When Disability Becomes Embarrassing – Part 2
And he thrust a microphone into my face and had sweet Jesus! What just happened?
I looked at Stacey and pointed a finger at her saying “I’ll kill you later!”
I think she already realised her error. Fred would learn later the following day. Sometimes I’m very grateful I think quickly on my feet, quite literally and despite my ABI I have not been slowed down too much.
Oh, Fred had or myself, I can’t recall, had suggested all those single guys looking for love to stand up.
Are you feeling my pain right now?
I started to speak and address the room. I asked for all the guys with an ABI or anyone not with-in a stones throw of Melbourne to have a seat. I explained I have an ABI and I couldn’t for see two people with brain injuries residing under the same roof successfully as I have proven on more than one occasion and as I would eventually like to see a relationship, I am in the future to be.
I confess to say; many seats were taken and the room got rather still and quiet again. I finished my ‘forced’ situation by saying “being single and dating with an ABI/disability is not easy.”
I think I thanked everyone for participating in the brief experiment. I handed back the microphone to Fred who looked a little deflated.
He announced again, that there were single ladies at our table if anyone wanted to come and introduce themselves. Some did.
And that someone was someone I knew from the ABI GROUP I WENT TO IN Melbourne. Now, he doesn’t live in Melbourne, he walked around the table and delivered all the hot chicks (OK that’s exaggerating) a business card.
I looked up at him and growled ‘What are you doing?’ and while a bit older than I, I would not want him dating my mother.
So, you might wonder about Stacey? Yeah, she wasn’t single, but the next day.