Chapter 1: The Final Update on MAGA Man

This is the concluding chapter regarding MAGA Man. (For context, refer to Chapter 1 and Chapter 2.) Contrary to what some may believe, we don’t harbor animosity toward one another, despite some individuals wishing we did. I apologize if that disappoints those who thrive on drama, especially the one who claimed I revived the outdated anti-feminist idea that “she just needs a good experience.” (Actually, I'm not sorry at all).

Is our relationship flawless? Absolutely not. Do we occasionally wish to strangle each other when our viewpoints clash? Definitely. But does that mean we’re in a traditional dating scenario leading to a serious commitment? I’m not convinced, though I suspect he’ll read this, so I’ll refrain from elaborating. However, has our political stance created an unbridgeable chasm? Not at all. In fact, we have another exciting rendezvous planned for next week. Once again, my apologies to those expecting a different outcome. (Still not sorry).

This will be the last update because MAGA Man — and this might come as a surprise in today’s Kardashian-influenced, Oprah-centric society — pointed out that it’s challenging to remain genuine if I’m later reporting on our experiences. He raises a valid point. Before I started sharing my thoughts online, I too valued privacy. Living a discreet life allows us to lead more authentic existences.

After all, when no one is watching, well — no one is watching. Even though MAGA Man is a pseudonym and Adeline Dimond is not my real name, discussing intimate moments makes me a bit self-conscious. He can’t express himself freely without the concern that I’m taking notes (a lesson learned the hard way by Bathtub Dan), and I don’t want to be distracted by thoughts of how to best describe our time together.

Of course, I initiated this all. No one forced me to write about MAGA Man in the first place, let alone revisit the topic. My enthusiasm about the idea of two people, who were expected to despise each other, not only getting along but also feeling a spark was intoxicating. It felt like a rebellion.

Thus, I bid farewell to MAGA Man updates. But before I close this chapter (pun intended), I have some reflections. Specifically, I want to address the reactions I received from individuals who don’t know me and whose lives I don’t impact, regarding my two-day stay in Las Vegas where I enjoyed time in a pool with my legs wrapped around a Trump supporter. In short, people lost their minds.

First, some women labeled me a “slut” and warned that if I ever desired to find a husband, engaging in casual encounters in a Las Vegas hotel is not the way to go. Ladies, let me clarify: the world is running low on water, particularly in California, and come December, I’ll be 51 years old. I figure I’ve got about thirty good years left before we face severe dehydration. So yes, if the opportunity arises, I’ll enjoy myself with a charming guy in Vegas. This is a rational choice in an irrational world.

Second, some commenters accused me of engaging in acts of violence. They claimed I was prolonging the pandemic beca