Crash & Burn

Poor NASA. After successfully landing two rovers on the surface of Mars, you’d think that bringing a probe back to Earth would be a cinch. Best of luck to the scientists as they try to salvage some usable samples from the wreckage of Genesis.
I need to think of an innovative way of meeting women. On-line dating sites have lost their appeal to me. It feels too much like window shopping. Someone recently asked me if I would ever date a woman with a disability. As with a lot of hypothetical questions, the answer would be “it depends.” Five or ten years ago, I probably would have been a lot more reluctant to consider such a thing. Back then, I had the misguided notion that I had to be with someone able-bodied in order to “prove” to the world that I was just like everyone else. But now that I’m older and have a little more perspective on things, I see the appeal of dating someone with a disability. There wouldn’t be that initial period of awkwardness, when I always felt like I had to get the object of my affection to see me and not the extraneous stuff like wheelchair and the vent. We could start from perhaps a more common set of experiences and I wouldn’t have to do explain my whole life story. But like I said, it would depend on a lot more than her disability. And I really haven’t met that many women with disabilities in my peer group. I’m sure they’re out there, but not where I can find them.
But if she is out there, able-bodied or not, she should send up a flare or something. Celibacy is all well and good for the godly and the principled, but I’m neither and it’s killing me.