I live in Socialism Sucks t-shirts. One of the posters in my room clearly says that “Commies aren’t cool” and my social media pages are littered with pictures of me in a MAGA hat. I am obviously, to anyone that meets me, a conservative. Despite how involved politics is in my daily life, I had always said that I was open to dating someone on the opposite end of the spectrum.
I thought that differences on tax policies could be overlooked, that the constant disagreements may be a fun challenge, and that at the end of the day who you voted for wouldn’t change how I saw you. So when a card-carrying member of the Communist party came up to my conservative table with an interest in me, I didn’t immediately run the other way. I thought everything I had previously mentioned was still going to be true.
Until it wasn’t.
At first I was right, the disagreements were fun. Typically, this guy wouldn’t agree with me at the end of the day, no matter what the topic. New points were constantly brought up, I had to be on the edge of my seat – always ready to counter a point, and the all in good fun insults kept me entertained.