Profiling
Trying to get inside the mind of a man
Her online dating profile said she has a minor disability. Her photos were beautiful; hard to resist. Some showed her on horseback. I wondered how a woman who walks with a cane could ride a horse. She didn’t look limited. I was intrigued. I sent her a message. “Hello, care to chat?” She replied, “Hi, sure.” I was curiously attracted to her. “What are you seeking here?” “I’m just looking to date and see what happens.”
We were located within 25 miles of each other which made it reasonable to try to meet and see what happens. “Would you like to meet somewhere for lunch?” I didn’t want to make a bigger commitment than lunch in case she turned out to be revolting in some way. She cleverly alluded to being grateful that I didn’t ask her to go hiking or skiing. I’ll admit, I was a bit put off by the disability thing. We chatted for a bit more about the mundane details about where we lived, what we do, what we like to do. She agreed to a lunch date. I’d been having very limited luck with this dating app so I thought maybe my luck was turning around. We set a date for Saturday at noon at a cafe about midway between us.
I arrived at the cafe at around 11:45 and took a seat at a table for 2. At noon, a woman walked in carrying a cane. She had a big head of beautiful curly hair. She had a pronounced limp. I stood up to wave so she could see me. Some of the other patrons stared at her as she walked through the cafe to our table. She was unfazed. When she got to the table, she switched the cane to her left hand and extended her right to shake my hand. There was some awkward shuffling of chairs to give her room to sit down at the table. She rested the cane against the wall behind us.
When she sat across from me I was amazed by how beautiful she was. “Your online pictures don’t do you justice.” I said. She smiled and said “Thank you”. The conversation flowed easily for a first meeting. Miranda seemed to be genuine. She told me about how her marriage had started to crumble when she had a stroke during pregnancy. We talked about our “relationship goals”. She had stated in her profile that she was looking for a long term relationship. Mine said the same thing because I know that’s what we’re supposed to say to get women’s attention. I am open to a relationship, but in point of fact, I haven’t had sex in 8 years since the first fling I had after my divorce ended.
We continued to talk while we ate our sandwiches. She very deliberately touched my arm when she laughed at my jokes. I had been wondering about whether she could have sex since I came across her profile. She had responded to the app’s questions about sex in ways that seemed to indicate she was willing and able. Now the mystery in my mind turned toward what she would be like in bed. She seemed very confident. Sitting across a table from her, you couldn’t tell she was disabled. She struck me as being quite intelligent, too. We definitely hit it off and I was sure I would take her out again, if she agreed.
When we finished eating, she excused herself to go to the ladies room. This was my chance to check out her backside as she walked away from the table. She looked as good or better going as she did coming.
As I was trying to decide if it would be rude to just ask her if she was able to have sex, she sat back down at the table. “Well, Joe,” she said, “This was fun. I think we should do it again, sometime.” This never happens. “Yes, Miranda, I’d like that. Maybe we can spend more time next time”. “Yes, you should take me out to dinner”. Where did she get this confidence from?
At last, I gathered my courage and said, “Can I ask you a personal question?” “Sure.” she said. “Uh, are you able to have sex?” She smiled. “I am and I do!” I would definitely call her.
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