Ainsley Hayes

Ainsley ducks her head down, her lips split in a delighted smile for the compliments (and she hides her face so that the pink rise in her cheeks doesn't earn her more teasing). "I hope you don't think you can win a long campaign to convert me to being a Democrat," she warns, peeking into public doors to see if she can find the beach one, but the first few are a no go. "And to think, I'm going on a date with the most eligible bachelor in the White House," she muses. "Good thing there's no gossip columnists lurking around this place."