For my part, politics has never come between me and any of my various inamoratas – but I can’t speak for those who have drifted away; they certainly weren’t driven off. And some of my best friends are die-hard liberals; I even number some Yankees fans among my acquaintances. (Though it is hard to be “actual friends” with someone who manifests the kind of blatant sociopathy that would have them walk around in NYY apparel.)
Part of that comes from a consideration (and negation) of the old men’s advice to “don’t go out with the crazy”. (I’m expressing it more politely than it is commonly done in the vernacular.) Because when you think about that, anyone who is not as sane as one … is relatively “crazy”. And anyone else who is more sane than one … would be crazy to be around one. So you see, if we’re going to have relationships at all with others, then we have to disregard that advice. Keep it in mind, but discard it.
Besides, if we had a date I would suggest that you should dress appropriately and get an introduction to semiautomatic handguns, revolvers and maybe an AR15 at a licensed gun range – after proper and thorough safety training, and equipped with ear and eye protection, of course. I’ve heard from other first-timers that it was far more enjoyable than they could have realized, that the training beforehand allowed them to thoroughly understand the risks and safety procedures, and that the folks running the joint had perfectly healthy and sound attitudes towards weapons and proper handling. So it’s not just my politics that you’d have a problem with.
But we could go out for ice cream afterwards.