I’d been single for four months and, well, I’m a romantic, so I decided to re-jigg my dating profile online. Full of unfounded optimism – it had never worked before – I reached for the laptop, updated my pictures, retained my profile bio:
“I like dating. Let’s date!”
(If it isn’t broke don’t fix it), and started to browse.
Let’s not be modest, I take a mean selfie. So I soon had the emails flooding in. ONE guy online-shrugged at my illness. The others online-ran, like it was a race. Even though I’m in a wheelchair I have a high conversion rate, from interest to interested, when I’m out and about. Maybe it’s because the size of my bussoms is more apparent face-to-face? I don’t know. But what I do know is that people are shit-scared of wheelers online. Wheely.
Anyway, I’m dating Mr Shrug on Wednesday.