I recently went on a date with what I thought was going to be a pretty normal guy. We decided to grab coffee and get to know each other. Things started out well. He was a pilot and obviously travels often. We had a lot in common. Then the conversation moved towards politics as the table near us was debating fake news.
This is where the tides began to change. He looked me dead in the eye and told me he hated Trump. His delivery gave me the chills. I try to stay out of political conversations – so I defused it the best way I know how – with a joke.
“Really? I am totally into old, power hungry men?” He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smile and then he proceeded to share with me that he also hated God. Put on the brakes big guy. I was raised Catholic and totally believe and trust in God. I don’t attend mass like I should but nonetheless.
The mood was beginning to shift, but we trudged on. Things did lighten up a bit and I became hopeful that we could leave things on a happier note. But then – he said the unthinkable.
We got on the subject of food. Honestly, he was trying to ask me to lunch in a round about way. I of course said that Mexican was my favorite cuisine. To which he responded that he also hated Tacos.
I mean what did a taco ever do to you? I get Trump. Politics are heated and people throw the word hate around like it’s yesterdays’ newspaper. Religious issues are a dime a dozen. I get it. I have some things that I strongly dislike. Like bullies and poverty and gun violence.
However, how can you possibly hate the crunchy, spicy, goodness of a taco? That was where I had to say it. This isn’t going to work and I don’t mean like we aren’t having a second date because I can’t get past all the hate you feel; but like please loose my number I don’t think we should be friends.
All jokes aside – I am lover. I love my friends and family. My home, while modest, is packed with so much love there is barely room to breathe. I can’t image having so much passion for hate in my heart. I learned the hardest lesson in my life nearly 11 years ago – if my gut says run – then run! I of course polite thanked him for the coffee and wished him luck. You see manners are also a requirement at my table.