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In September of 1999, at the age of 23, I had a date with a really beautiful girl, without question, the best looking woman I ever had a date with up to that time. I was really excited. I was so elated to finally have a chance to go out with the "hot" woman that always eluded me, in favor of some other guy. It was finally my turn.
Well, from there on out the date was all downhill. I really tried to keep politics out of the date, because I don't think that's a good thing to bring up on a first date, and I also knew she was Republican. Now, I won't write somebody off for their Republican affiliation (though I know some people here do), but she seemed fixated on talking about race: she referred to black people as "niggers" several times, called Hispanics "spics" and gays were "fags". I should have called the whole date off at that point, but I tried to ignore it as if she never said those things.
She was 20 and still had some obvious growing up to do: her whole life seemed to be partying, drinking until she got smashed, with no career ambition. She had already failed out of one college, and was in community college at the time. Oh, and she smoked. Sorry if that makes me sexist, but that's a turnoff for me.
Well, by the time I dropped her off, I swear I no longer regarded her as attractive anymore. Her good looks just seemed meaningless underneath all of her racism, ignorance and lack of ambition. There was no second date.
The point here, on this New Year's Day, is that sometimes, SOMETIMES, when you get to know that hot girl you've been daydreaming about, you find out that there is a very ugly person underneath. When that happens you tend to forget about the curvy body and long blonde hair.
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