When you live in the DC, politics seeps into just about everything. Who you vote for, who you work for, and who you date. Liberals mostly date liberals, conservatives date conservatives, exactly as you’d expect. Dating apps like tinder usually have in the bio phrases like “swipe the way you vote” or “if you voted red don’t even bother” or something alone those lines.
Anyway, it was this environment where I matched with a girl (let’s call her Becca, why not, as good of a fake name as any). She had thick blonde hair that messily tumbled down her shoulders in her pictures and one of those mega watt smiles that has light bursting at the seams. But perhaps most importantly to this story (and probably what you all are most curious about) it was very apparent that she had the most beautiful, plump pair of boobs. One of her pictures was a bikini picture and that top was struggling to contain her ivory flesh. We matched and started talking, and it became obvious fairly quickly she was a conservative. So as we got near arranging meeting up, I made sure to slip in “just so you know, I’m a liberal snowflake”