11/26/2012 10:29 am ET Updated Jan 26, 2013

The Republicans Never Asked Me to the Dance


I felt like this year's election was like being at a high school prom but no one bothered to ask me to dance. At the beginning it looked like I had two strong contenders for my attention. Both tall, handsome and smart, I felt like such a lucky girl. One I knew very well, he was the cool guy that everyone loved and I had been on a couple of really great dates with him. The kind of dates where you think about your future and even doodle your names together in your notebook, but just when I thought things were going so well, he suddenly stopped calling me and then texted me one day that he was working on important things like health care and that he couldn't give me the attention I needed right now but maybe in his second term. I was disappointed but I understood the ways of men and decided that maybe it was time for me to move on to someone else.

One day I turned on the television and there he was, a new man in my life. He had many of the qualities that I liked about my first guy even if he wasn't quite as cool. Some might even say my new guy was a little corny but as we grow up we put childish things aside, besides "Corny pays the bills." He was the kind of guy we are told we should marry: smart, kind, financially stable, and had good family values. So I thought I might give him a try. Mitt was so different from anyone else I had been interested in and I was afraid of what my friends would say. Was he too white, too rich, or too conservative? I didn't know but I wanted to see where this relationship could go. I had to keep my growing interest in the shadows for fear of how people might react but I had to admit I was falling hard. With his talk of tax cuts and personal responsibility he made my heart flutter. Just when I thought we could have something, some of his friends started talking about rape and birth control. My guy initially came out against his friends but I started to think what kind of guy hangs out with those idiots.

My new guy started acting a little strange. I was starting to think that he wasn't who I thought he was. I hoped that maybe it was my imagination until his video talking about the 47 percent came out. I thought Mitt was being too harsh but that he still had love for me. I was a 38-year-old married tax lawyer, in a double income family. I had no kids and had worked my way out of poverty by getting a good education. I have a law degree, MBA, and a master's in taxation -- I thought I was his perfect woman voter. But his friends talked him out of asking me to the dance because I was too "urban" which made me unsuitable. I had somehow become a "taker" and not a "maker." He just wasn't that into me. I was saddened because we could have had something beautiful.

A few weeks before the election my old guy came a'calling. He seemed so earnest, like he wanted to make things right. He wanted a second chance to make us work. He said that it was him and not me and that he would try harder. He even got my first political crush Bill Clinton in on the act. I felt ignored during his first term and I didn't know whether I should I give him another chance. Should I stay or should I go? He convinced me that things would be different this time. So I decided to go to the dance and so did all of my friends. The only problem is no one bothered to ask me to dance once I got there. My old guy knew I would come through for him and the new guy didn't even bother.

Based on conventional wisdom, my dancing time is apparently over. The Democrats believe they will always have my vote and the Republicans feel they shouldn't even bother. They are looking at younger people, single women, Hispanics and Asians as their future dance partners. What people seem to be forgetting is that everyone wants to be asked to dance. I still have some moves and I haven't put my dancing shoes away just yet. I'm just waiting for the right person to ask me to dance. Maybe Hillary or Jeb 2016?