Opposites attract

MY HUSBAND LIKES TRUMP AND THE DODGERS. I'M NOT A FAN.

- BY ANDREA TATE

I'M A NEW YORKER and a hardcore Yankees fan, but I'm married to a Dodgers fan. As if being fans of competing sports teams isn't bad enough, my husband Joe and I are political opposites.

He is a hardcore MAGA supporter, and he is fortunate that I love him despite his politics. "You are voting against your own interests as a Latino," I told him.

He wasn't fazed and said, "Trump is going to do so much for this country."

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the room before things escalated, which usually consisted of me slamming doors to get my nonverbal point across. The first time Trump won was hard enough for me. Our marriage counselor told us, "You two just cannot talk politics. That's the only way your marriage will make it through."

Together for 15 years, I had met Joe in suburbia at Bogies, a.k.a. Westlake Village's cougar bar, when I was going through a divorce and channeling my Studio 54 days. He stared at me with his mouth hanging open as I danced on top of a speaker in 4-inch heels. My first thought was: I'm never gonna get rid of this guy.

Security told me I had to get down. Joe rushed over to help me while "Brick House" continued to play.

"Nice moves! Can I buy you a drink?"

"No, I'll buy you a drink. Otherwise, you will want something from me," I said.

"OK, I'll have what you're having."

When he told me his name, it was the same as my ex-husband's.

"I can't call you that. I'm just gonna call you Joe."

"What should I call you?"

"Trixie."

After a few drinks, my reckless-abandon behavior kicked in. My young son was on the East Coast visiting family, so I really felt single and free. I asked Joe straight out, in New York style, if he wanted to come home with me. Neither of us was in any shape to drive. So I called a taxi.

At 7:30 a.m., he woke me up and asked if I could drive him to his car because he had to go to church on the Westside. WTF?