Sometimes things are not what they seem. A blessing might be a curse, a horse might be a donkey, and a person I met on a dating app who listed their political affiliation as “moderate” is really into Donald Trump.
The date was going just fine, we were discussing our favorite Peter Jackson movies, and we were shocked both of us said the Desolation of Smaug. We ordered our food, and he commented on how the waitress had purple hair. I thought he was just showing off that he notices things, but it seemed to really upset him.
We sipped on our cocktails and he kept talking about how hilarious Trump was, which I thought was odd for a moderate, because normally they don’t have opinions on anything. As the chicken wings came to the table he declared that ‘Iran really did have it coming.’ Whatever, a little weird, but I stuck around because he told me his penis was ‘bigly’.
‘Both sides are bad,’ he said. I assumed he was talking about his cole slaw and his mac and cheese, but he elaborated to say that the stuff Joe Biden did was just as bad, if not worse, than Trump’s actions. I asked which of Trump’s policies he didn’t agree with, and he deflected by showing me how much hot sauce he could eat at once.
As our date progressed, so did the praise for our president. I mentioned how gas prices are killing me and he gave me a three-minute, seemingly pre-rehearsed, speech about how it is a short-term loss for a long term gain. I tried to order dessert and he told me that the Dow is over 50,000, which it isn’t even.
I kept waiting for his moderate positions to come out, like being apathetic and aloof, but he instead dropped ketchup over himself and blamed it on the Obama administration.
He insisted on paying for the check because he claimed he was a “high-value man,” but his credit card bounced and I took care of it.
All in all, it was an ok, if confusing date. He is the first man I’ve met on Grindr who wanted to repeal gay marriage, so that was interesting.
