Dating confessions of a 20-something disabled guy: part one
Dating is rarely straightforward, and sometimes less so if you have a disability. It certainly involves time and energy, often mishaps and embarrassments, but if you’re lucky and have humour, then you can find the thing we all desire… love. So there are bound to be some scintillating stories from this single 20-something, disabled guy, as he shares his dating diaries…
It’s 10.55pm and I’m sat at my computer, tabbing between Facebook and Gmail while I try to decide if this is a good idea or not. On the one hand, it’ll probably be a lot of fun. On the other, it might blow up in my face.
Here’s the deal:
• I’m in my early 20s
• I’m disabled
• I use an electric wheelchair all day
• I’m reliant on personal assistants for everything
• I’m single…
… these are my confessions, written down in all their glory, for your pleasure.
So why am I doing this?
I have no particular desire to broadcast details of my life, especially not my love life. Instead, I’m doing this because somebody needs to tell the truth about what it’s like to date with a disability. Somebody needs to ‘lift the veil’ on how being disabled affects dating, whether it makes it more difficult, but also see how to overcome those difficulties.
For many people this is an emotional issue while others, usually those already in relationships, don’t understand what all the fuss is about. I have no interest in sugar coating things, nor do I want to make it more of a big deal than it is. I don’t know what to think so I’m going to find out through experiment.
Over the next few weeks you’ll be able to read all sorts about my misadventures. This is going to be an honest account, every word you read will be true. If you have a disability and are looking to date, I’ll share what worked for me so you can copy it. Or, if you’re just nosey (who isn’t?) then it’ll be fun to read too.
How is this going to work?
Every few weeks, maybe more often, you’re going to get an exciting update on my progress so you can get a behind the scenes look at what it’s like to date with a disability… all without getting your hands dirty, so to speak.
Listen, the honest reason I’m still single is because I’ve put no effort into finding someone. I’m ambitious, busy and I work from home so I don’t get much chance to meet people. The most direct way to get some results fast seems to be online dating so I’m going to hit that shit like a bullet train.
Here’s what I’ve done so far:
1. Signed up on Plenty Of Fish (pof.com) because it’s free and has the largest user base.
2. Written myself a profile and added a picture, just a mugshot, not the chair!
3. Started messaging girls. So far I’ve sent messages to around 10.
4. We’ll see how many replies I get!
A short perusal of my ‘matches’ was a LOT of fun. Some of these girls are crazy I mean, have you read some of those things? They go like this:
“SUBMISSIVES ONLY. Hey, I’m a dangerously insecure nymphomaniac with borderline personality disorder and daddy issue. Only message me if you’re a small, hairless (preferably Asian) slave up for fun with whips and chains who will act like an alpha male in front of my dad.”
Or like this:
“I’m def a party girl; like totally only happy if I’m simultaneously drinking ecstasy with my vodka, giving a hand job to a guy from TOWIE and posing for one of those AMAZEBALLS branded nightclub photos. Message me for emotional blackmail, trash TV and Herpes. YOLO!!“
“Pleasingly plump, unwashed, former teenage-mum wants to meet sincere fun loving man to care for her and her lovely 18 children.”
Honestly, these are only slightly exaggerated versions of real profiles I found today. Does the quality, or lack thereof, of girls put me off? You’ll be surprised to hear, not at all. There are plenty of normal, even attractive and interesting people on there too.
The key appears to be to separate the wheat from the chaff, the dirt from the gold, the meth addict from the naturally skinny, the VD-ridden prostitute from the harmlessly slutty. I jest, but seriously, I’m enjoying this already!
The good ones are easy to spot, they stand out like the disabled guy at a concert.
INSIDER TIP: If you’re worried about your competition, check out their profiles, most of the guys I looked at are nothing special, total douchebags or worse.
Next time you’ll hear about my first interactions, maybe I’ll have even had a date!
By “a 20-something disabled guy”
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