How Can We Be Friends?

Politics really messes things up. For example, last night I went out for sushi with my husband. At one point I went to the ladies' room and another woman was in there. I complimented her wild hair -- brown with bright kelly green stripes framing her face. We chatted about this and that as we washed up. It was clear that I liked her and she liked me. 

Maybe I was a little tipsy from all the sake but I said, "We should be friends!" She agreed. Exchanging names, I promised to send her a friend request on Facebook. So when I got home I looked her up and found her profile and did a little looking around. One of the things listed as something she likes was The ReidOut With Joy Reid. 

I don't just dislike Joy Reid, I despise her. In fact, I recently wrote a blog post naming her "The Worst Person in America." Anyone who likes Reid obviously hates Donald Trump and all Republicans. I am a Republican and I voted for Trump.

I decided not to contact the woman from the ladies' room. It's a shame, really. In another time we might be good friends.