I "Dated" Barack Obama

All the Buddhist books I'd been reading couldn't keep me in the present and I found myself asking the tough questions. What about the future? Do we have one? Politician or not, he was like any other guy, saying he hoped so, but he couldn't make any promises. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but somehow it managed to be enough… for a little while.

Squelching Hopes of Happiness

Not wanting to get my hopes up, I tried not to get excited as I wondered, "Will he keep his word?" "Will he break my heart?" Or worse yet, "Will he run (for the hills, not for office) upon discovering my obsession with the Kennedys?" Unsure, I remained cautious, keeping my emotions in check. But really, what was the point? In the end, it never hurts any less. 

Taking The Leap

I finally faced it. He was the one.  At least that's what everyone was telling me. So now it was time to let go—and let the euphoria in. It was worth it—I knew this because I was finally happy. Plus, he thought I was hot! I knew this because of the HOT WOMEN VOTE OBAMA button I wore on my jacket.

So, what's the best thing about dating the President? Easy. It's the high I'm riding now. And what's even better? I'm not coming down—at least for another four years.  How could I? He's the President.