117. Female Clinton Supporter Whose Father Is Heavily Into Politics

I was back in college along with my two younger brothers and my now-deceased mother. I kept running into Barack Obama. He'd stop and hassle me for not being politically active enough. He kept saying that he knew my dad and he'd be very disappointed with me for not doing enough. I would slip away and get involved in the college drama (like not having done any of the problem sets before a big math exam) but then I would again run into Barack who would hassle me for my lack of activism.

116. 23-Year-Old Portland Woman

I was at a Barack rally and since I arrived early, I was sitting on the stage talking to Barack. He was trying to convince me, in a subtle and kind way, that I should vote -- not just for him, but in general. People began to fill the room, and I sat on a chair toward the back of the stage.

I found his speech compelling and invigorating. I knew that he was the president we needed. He was full of compassion and insight. When he finished, most people began filing out, but some milled around like teenagers at a concert, waiting, hoping for a moment with their favorite musician.

Barack stepped off the stage and greeted them, spending a few moments with each. Then he returned to me and we picked up our conversation from where we had left off -- discussing Will Truman from the TV show Will & Grace.

I woke feeling like I should vote for Barack Obama, or at least think about registering.

115. Female Art Dealer In New York

I was sitting in my high school classroom back in the Ukraine. It was well lit. Barack Obama was sitting near the back, by the window. He was wearing a big white turban. He was calm and was singing. The song, the sound, the music he was making was unbelievably beautiful. It was so beautiful that everyone was silently listening to him. The music was so touchy I almost couldn't take it. It was ancient language and sounded like a gospel. I never had such experience from listening to music. It was a pure catharsis.

114. Woman Not Into Couture

I was at Barack's house preparing a party for him and his supporters. It was a huge atrium-like modern space with thirty-foot ceilings and a balcony running along the sides.

Instead of setting up, my friend and I decided to look inside the closets and drawers at all of Michelle's legendary couture clothing. We pulled out all these Gucci, Prada and Valentino dresses. One drawer was entirely filled with beautiful gloves. Unfortunately, people starting arriving and we had to stuff all the clothes back into the drawers and closets.

All throughout the party I kept worrying because I knew that she would know we had been through her closets and drawers.

113. Heterosexual American Woman And Dancer

Barack and I had a dinner date where I was too shy to ask him the pressing political questions that were on my mind. I could only think to ask the well-worn question, Where did the expression, "Audacity of Hope" come from?

From de Tocqueville, he said, and gave me two volumes to read.

After dinner, propped up against the counter, he couldn't stop gazing into my eyes. The inevitable, delicious kiss followed. I thought of how I had to consider Michelle and not let it go any farther than that, but then he admitted he had something he wanted to show me. He then took off his clothes and placed me on his lap. Under my female genitalia he arranged to show his own, and they looked a lot like mine. I touched them to be sure, and they felt a lot like mine. I reached under them to see if he had male genitalia and asked him softly, Do you have a penis, also?

He said, No.

I was touched that he felt comfortable enough to share that with me, and didn't feel he was any less masculine for his female genitalia.

112. Baby Boomer Nurse Who Believes In Hillary And Barack

Barack came to our town to hold a rally in a small room in a wooden house. He stayed a long time and there were many side events. His handlers kept failing to show up to whisk him away, but he took it all with with good humor, enjoying his interaction with ordinary folks.

At one point, we all rushed out to a local furniture store to see the two gold sofas Barack had just purchased. He said he had been looking everywhere for sofas that were really gold -- not yellow or orange. We were proud he had found them in our humble town.

111. Male Software Developer In His Fifties In L.A.

I was taking a cooking class from Barack Obama. Every Monday evening he showed up to teach us cooking, even though he was still immersed in the presidential campaign. As he came in to the classroom, he looked very calm and started talking about today's lesson.

He said that today we would be cooking seafood, and that it was important that the food be fresh. So we all went out on a boat and traveled along a rocky shore. It was already night and we went into a cave. After a while, the crew told him we were there, and Barack started telling us what we were going to catch.

All along, I was so touched that he would take time out from his campaign just for the twelve of us, but it seemed very important to him. I got the sense that this break from campaigning was important to him, and I wondered where he had been earlier that day.

110. San Francisco Woman Who Likes Both Democrats But Voted Hillary

My boss wanted to hire this anarchist with a loud personality and tattoos on her throat. She seemed feral to me, and I had doubts about how well she would fit into our office culture. My boss and I went to her apartment, which was a mess. Dozens of people lived there. There were two coat racks, which were destabilized by the weight of many winter coats. The anarchist was very confessional and soon told us that she was Barack's niece.

Then we were on the campaign trail. It was literally a trail: a wide, dusty, Old Western trail. Barack asked my college best friend and I to go into a hotel bedroom. Then he asked us if we would have sex with him. He was polite and reserved, and when we said no, he seemed neither disappointed nor surprised. I did kiss him, and it felt solid.

Once we were back on the trail, I felt suddenly charged with a mission. I argued that it was important that no one find out that Barack's niece is unhinged and living in an urban commune. I said that if the press got hold of a photo of her moldy and filthy bathroom, it would mean big trouble for Barack. Plus, I said, I heard that she was planning on installing a gun holster in her shower curtain.