An unfortunate blind date with an Obamunist

Last night's ONT, an ette described an unfortunate blind date with an Obamunist.

Reminded me of my daughter's situation. She's in her very early 30s, in our medium-small town (ca.35k), waitressing, but mostly involved with teaching at the local ballet studio. So, she meets mostly customers, kids, & other women. She has had enough boys, I think, including the actually schitz* ex. (If, as they say, psychologically, women marry their dads, I hope I was only his likable, not-crazy half! Alas, their miscarried attempt at giving us a grandkid is buried out in the graveyard. Nature is not a right-to-lifer.)

Can you imagine the dearth of real, marriagable men in her world!? (Well, in the world at all.)

Ack. Don't tell daughter I wrote this.