I remember first seeing him on tv. His golden bleached spikes. His flaming Hawaiian shirt. That sexy scruffy beard. My heart felt as if it was being ripped out of my chest. It was not a feeling of pain but rather need. I needed to see him in person to find where my runaway heart was leading me. And see what this food enthusiast had planned for my heart. Would he make it a quick snack and throw it away after he's done? Or will he forever dine with me at the restaurant of love~? Only time will tell.

It was a filibuster of the ages, a champion 21 hour tirade for state's rights, and it failed. Ted knew the risks, the scorn he would receive, as would the others who supported his cause. The Senate was a messy business guised under cordial gestures and passive-aggressive formalities. The fight against Obamacare may have been in vain, but the passion in Ted hadn't died, and it seems as though he'll be face to face with the source from which his passion stems before the day is through. aka Ted/Rand post filibuster sex