Thursday, March 12, 2015
For Mr. Miracle
I was a grad student, freshly dumped by my first boyfriend. I was very much a dumb Republican and had been debating a fellow grad student who was a dumb Democrat (redundant, I know). I asked him several deep and thought-provoking questions about Clinton's platform and was winning. I almost had him in the Bush camp (snerkle). After several hours and God only knows how many shots of tequila (Poppy stop reading now),
we were making out and pretty much nekkid. Now, being a good girl who had only had sex with one man and only after a year of dating, I was NOT going to go all the way with this guy, even though he was a 6'2" dark Italian named Dominic. But in a moment of weakness, I asked what it would take to fully convert him to the Republican side. Talks were had, negotiations made, and I ended up giving him a blow job (my first ever) on the couch in the KWTS control room during my Friday night shift. Yeah I was on the air, thank God for album rock. We never dated, he voted for Clinton, and I learned a lot about men, sex and politics. And a few years later, Clinton was getting Lewinskied in the Oval Office.
As I recall, I was wearing a Buffs net practice jersey over a white lace bra and cutoff jean shorts. I don't believe I was wearing pearls.