Election night, 2008. There were big parties at all the bars in town, and everyone was in a good mood. My buddy that I was with pointed out a woman, and said, "I bet you can't take her home." She wasn't attractive and looked to be about 20 years older than me. I laughed out loud and told him he was nuts, and that that would be like shooting fish in a barrel. So, he said, prove it.

Next thing I know I'm hitting on this middle aged woman, and with all my charm I convinced her to accompany me back to my apartment, which was quite close. We got back, and I did make out with her. Then she stopped me. Obviously confused, she asked how old I was. 26, I replied. She seemed super uncomfortable, and told me that she was 44 and was very recently divorced. "This is weird. I think I'm going to leave," is the last thing I remember her saying to me. To me, that was kind of a win-win, because I did take her home, but I really didn't want to go through with it. Also, I'm sure it got her confidence back up (or she was just totally weirded out). All in all it was a strange night. It was surreal that a black man was just elected president, the bar was giving out free drinks, and the inner city was humming with a very strange feel, so I figured me taking home a woman who could be my mother was probably the least weird thing about that night.