The Kennedy Era

This semester I have had the opportunity of encountering the definition of "Young Republican" we'll call him Kennedy, to annoy him.
Kennedy is in both of my Political Science classes, both Tuesday/Thursday classes. The best way I can think of to define Kennedy is like a charging porcupine. You're only safe if you are behind him because he will hurt you if you attempt to approach him at all. and he's charging toward the republican nirvana, whatever that is. He's always right and he can prove it, so don't even try to debate with him. He's quite bright and will someday be a successful lawyer and probably, after a personality transplant try his hand in politics.
I got really sick of this kid, really fast.
Our relationship basically consisted of him leading all our classes down the republic yellow-brick road while I bounced between trying to ignore him and trying not to call him bad words out loud. One day, in our second class it got to be too much and I fought for truth, freedom and the opposite of whatever he said. The professor publicly applauded my courage in standing up against the class loudmouth. After that Kennedy stayed mostly quiet. Once, before class I ran into him and he said he'd save me a seat in class. I said that would be great and sat 2 rows ahead of him and to the far right.
Today my first class with Kennedy went out to lunch at a Korean restaurant in Provo. I was supremely grateful that I didn't have to sit next to him or talk to him at all. Before our second class started today he asked if I liked the restaurant. His confused cronies immediately questioned why he would even talk to me, when he immediately replied, "yeah, we went on a date." I hurriedly stammered out a rebuttal and turned around and tried to flash my wedding ring. I heard Crony A behind me say "When you said that I..." and he trailed off, the next thing I heard was Kennedy saying "Well she's pretty but..." and it made me sick for the rest of the day imagining that conversation.