Worst/Cursed/First Dates (Screw You REDACTED)

# Screw You, REDACTED As the USA enters war in Iran, I cannot help but remember REDACTED, a charming and attractive startup CEO with a PhD in physics who, after several drinks on a first date in October 2024, disclosed to me that although he was excited to vote for Joe Biden, now that the Democrats had replaced him with Kamala, he "wasn't sure what he was going to do." REDACTED is an Iranian immigrant whose family still lives in Iran. I don't remember what exactly I stammered in reply. I _do_ remember him elaborating that the Democrats (especially Kamala, somehow) are just "letting everyone in". There's a lot to unpack there! # Worst/Cursed/First Dates Society and nature equally abhor that a beautiful and enchanting temptress like me should survive - dare I say _thrive_ - living alone in a basement (sometimes even my mother's basement!) with her cats. I am the modern, liberally indoctrinated woman the right wing media warned you about. Fallopian tubes cauterized out of existence. Sexually liberated, but not with YOU. _Hissss_ But if I needed to cite a reason for my reclusiveness - and I do not need to cite any reason, because being a hashtag boss bitch means I do not need to explain my life choices to gooners on the internet - my first reason would be that the expected value of going out with anyone, let alone romantically, is less than that of vibecoding, or playing _Clair Obscur: Expedition 33_, or sitting...