A few months ago, my love life took a sudden and dramatic turn for the worse. My GF of two years — a supportive fence straddler on the issue of firearms freedom — dumped me. With heavy heart, I returned to the dating scene of the crime . . .
It eventually dawned on me that “admitting” I was a gun blogger in my online profile was something of an anathema. (The tumbleweeds blowing through my in-box being a significant clue.)
So I became a publisher and widened my search; responding to a few profiles where the woman in question self-identified as a liberal or indicated a left-leaning bias (e.g., NPR is one of the six things they couldn’t live without). As you can see from the screen cap above, that hasn’t gone well.
I think it’s odd that so many liberals have so much hatred in their heart. My small “c” conservative beliefs are just as strong as theirs. But I don’t consider people with whom I disagree pond scum. In fact, I enjoy vigorous debate. I find it stimulating. Still, as my late father liked to remind me (more times than should have been necessary), the trick in life is not to make the same mistake twice. So I’ve sworn off anti-gunners.
I know we’ve delved into the romantic fortunes of TTAG’s Armed Intelligentsia before, but I could use a little group therapy. Have you undergone a similar evolution? Have you, could you, date an anti-gunner? Did that ever work out?