Meet JR... and Paul Ryan

Let me introduce you to my friend, JR.

I wish I had a picture of him, but then, maybe it's better if you didn't know how how he looked like since he would say some of the most exasperating things. Like:

- JR works on the Romney campaign, and travels around with Romney (he rides the motorcade with Romney sometimes!), which is cool. I have another friend who also works on the Romney campaign in Boston- what did I tell you, I have cool friends!
Anyway, JR has been so completely immersed in the Romney campaign that Romney can't do ANYTHING wrong. Anything. If people get the wrong impression of Romney, it's always because the media is bias against him. Always.

- JR came to Columbus a few weeks ago, because hey, Ohio is a political hot-spot. Btw, Miss B posted this on my Facebook page, which I thought was hilarious:

My favorite part is the Democratic "lobsters" in the Northeast!

Anyway, Miss B, JR and I went out that night, and while having a heated discussion on FEMINISM (I'm pretty sure he was the one who brought it up), we decided to go to McDonald's for a night snack. He gallantly paid for it, and referring back to our very-heated-conversation on feminism, I teased him by asking, "So JR, why did you pay for my food?"

He smiled, and replied, "Because I can afford it."

You can imagine how Miss B and I riled into him. To give him credit, he was probably joking. Or not.

Btw, for guys out there who are asked this question, please say something along the lines of, "I know you can pay for it, but I'm just trying to be a gentleman/ nice so that's why I'm paying for you." 

So yes, exasperating. Some of the things he says makes me want to *palm slap forehead* over and over again. Having said that, he is also a really great friend. For example:

- He paid for my snacks. Twice.

- He has helped me understand the Romney campaign a lot more, and why it functions the way it does. 
I can ask him, "Why does Romney not..." and he will explain to me why he can't. As a result of our conversations, I have come to understand American politics and campaigning a whole lot more.

- Romney came to Columbus for a rally in Powell once, and JR took us up to the hotel floor that his entourage stayed in. JR's room was diagonally across from Romney's! We also got to talk to a secret service agent (frankly, their job is kind of boring). 
What is even funnier is that Miss B and I ended up talking to JR about politics till past 1 a.m. before we left the hotel room. Good thing they know JR is Mormon, if not you can imagine what the secret service agents on guard were thinking, "Hmm... two girls leaving the room with JR at 1 in the morning..."

- He arranged for Miss B and I to take a picture with Paul Ryan. PAUL RYAN!!! Someone once said, "Admit it Miss Keesh, you have a crush on Paul Ryan." Yes I do! I don't agree with all of his policies, but I think he is a promising young politician with lots of potential. And seriously, who can resist his charming smile?! JR arranged for Miss B and I to take a picture with him after the Romney rally in Powell, and my oh my...

If Romney wins the election, this picture will go down in his-to-ry!!!

- But most of all, JR sometimes just does things that are strokes of pure genius. For example:

A few weeks ago (but not the same week that we went to McDonalds), he came to Columbus again, and Miss B and I drove to meet him. He had borrowed a black SUV from the campaign, and when we met up, we decided to get something to eat at the White Castle drive-through (I think it's an East Coast eatery, like how In-and-Out is to the West).

JR went first, and ordered his meal, paid for it, then pulled the black SUV off to the side to wait for us. I ordered a side of fries, then pulled up to the cashier window to pay. The cashier lady opened the window, had this HUGE grin on her face, and said something like, "The guy in front of you just paid for your fries, and told me to give you this."

And then she promptly handed us a name card of a secret service agent that had a phone number hand-written at the top.

Miss B and I stared at the card. Huh?! Miss B immediately caught on and started laughing. The cashier lady kept grinning at us, shut her window and started gesturing to her co-workers. Then it hit me!

Think about it: some guy in a black SUV just paid for the food of the two girls behind him, was waiting for us on the side, and gave us a secret service name card with a telephone number written on top. 

Talk about being "picked up" (pun intended)!!!

Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Seriously, how genius is that?!

P.S. The name card belonged to Paul Ryan's personal secret service card. Good thing we resisted the temptation to call the number!
P.P.S. JR took the card back.