I had a hopium fueled encounter with the enemy last night guys.
My friend I figured it would be a good idea to sport our Obama shirts out(I'm also wearing a vote for chagne pin) on the final weekend before the Election(also Halloween Weekend, like most places= a crazy nightlife here in Columbia, SC). We head to one of the more popular spots downtown and this idea pops into my inebriated mind to go up to hot girls, and ask them if they're voting for change, while pointing to my pin and flashing a Joe Biden smile to break the ice. In retrospect its a pretty ingenious strategy since you can immediately learn 2 1/2 dates worth of information based off one quick question.
The very first girl I approach with this....plan, looks at me as if I just asked to shit in her hands. She is a McCain supporter. Surprisingly, my counter reaction is one of confusion and "you can't be serious" rather than one of disgust(she IS hot btw). I ask her why she is voting for McCain, and she gives me this mini, partially drunken rant on how Obama wants to take her hard earned money, and her slightly less hot friend joins her in ranting this tired ass talking point so generically that they made Elizabeth Hasselbeck look like Rush Limbaugh in comparison. I respond with, "Well since you make over 250k a year how about buying me a drink". A pretty smooth comeback methinks but it went over their heads. So there I am, drunk, high, in a club at 1:00:am explaining in the most simple of terms Obama's tax plan with "I kissed a girl" blaring in the background. Freakishly McCain like, they respond totally ignoring everything I said.
I know there's no point in debating these two, but I humor them for a bit longer. Finally I tell them that if they really feel so strongly to make sure they vote and make their voices heard etc..etc.(this is South Carolina so its going GOP forever anyway). Apparently that made me look like the world's sweetest guy. The hottest one hugged me and thanked me for saying that, and the slightly less hotter one did the same. We then decided to drop the political talk, and we ended up hanging out with them pretty much until we left. But not without my friend whispering lines from the Malcom X movie in my ear while I was dancing with the girl I first approached. :lol :lol :lol :lol :lol :lol
I did get the hottest one's number before leaving, but not before making a $50 bet that I would get her to change her vote before Tues. A shot in the dark obviously, but thats roughly what you spend on a normal first date anyway. I didn't call her today(Bible belt=I leave girls I meet on Sat. night alone on Sundays). But I'll see what happens tommorow.