Since I dropped Hillary last winter and fell for Barack, I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like you do when you start dating a new guy who could be THE ONE but pretty soon you find out he snores or smokes cigars or something. Not enough to be a deal breaker but enough to slow the heart rate and inject a little dose of reality into the relationship.
So all this time with Barack, I’m waiting. For the other shoe to dop. But both shoes are still on. And he’s still walking.
Someone called his attitude “Aloha Zen.” Perfect. He’s the calm eye in the storm; the warm center of a chocolate souffle (doesn’t sound very PC but to me the ultimate accolade). In everything he does, the guy hits just the right note.
Shirtsleeves in the Oval Office; wandering around the halls of the White House; complaining when his kids get a snow day; he’s so damn normal. Beyond normal—the way he looks at his wife—could he get any better?
For me, he did– when I found out today he has the same favorite drink as me, Honest Tea—even the same flavor, Green Dragon. As if I didn’t already know it, the man has great taste.
There was one little moment of doubt. We were at the inauguration on the lawn of the Capitol in the middle of a huge crowd and around us everyone is screaming “O-Ba-Ma!” and for one instant it felt like a bizarro combination Stones concert/Nazi rally. The adoration was almost scary. And for that moment I felt like screaming back at them, “He’s not THE ONE! He’s not a god, he’s just a man!”
And even though he’s bound to make a mistake sometime soon, and the expectations and the hopes are so high….the good news is that after Bush, the bar is so low.
I keep thinking like everybody must be thinking– this is a dream, this is too good to be true. How did this happen in America? It feels like a sappy movie; it never happens in real life. So maybe it’s appropriate to describe how many people feel right now about Obama —he completes us.