Mile High Club(foot)
June 24th, 2009I feel like such a pussy. The guy had one arm, yet he had no fear or trepidation about striking up a conversation with you and asking you out.
I am in perfect working order with all of my limbs intact, but I’m so damn self-conscious half the time that I can’t untie the knot in my tongue without a Swiss Army knife and a couple of Heinekins. The last three dates I’ve been on come under one of two scenarios; either she did the asking, or she made it so damn easy that she wanted me to ask that Ray Charles would have seen it. I’m definitely more picky than I am scared, but I still haven’t asked a woman out in ages that wasn’t a guaranteed yes. This guy is so self-assured and relaxed that you didn’t even know his arm was missing until he walked away. It seemingly never even dawned on him to bring it up.
I need to take some chances. And you should have gone out with him.
I remember when Paul McCartney married Heather Mills and I thought she was so cool and a really great-looking woman… then we found out that she had a prosthetic leg and my respect and attraction for this famous woman only grew as a result. This marriage between the ex-Beatle and the much younger woman who’d overcome this physical handicap to rousing success and inspration was truly love, at it’s best. A man and a woman overcoming their physical difference without hesitation, driven by a commitment to be together for the rest of their lives. It made me that much more certain that true love can still conquer all, and that if I fell in love with the right woman there would be absolutely nothing, not even a physical disablity of hers that would keep me away. As you certainly remember, they divorced a few years later. It was the lead story at every checkout stand in America and by the end, nine out of ten people despised this woman. Nobody cared or even noticed her handicap anymore.
I guess it takes a big person to become intimate with a handicapped person… I also guess it takes an even bigger person to walk away from them if things don’t work out.
Have to say, I can’t imagine you being in a relationship with a guy who is missing a limb – unless of course, it’s his dick. Wait, that won’t work either. Certainly not his brain. That you require above anything.
