Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
Way back in 2009, I took it upon myself (like I usually do with most things in life…you’ve realized that by now, right? Good.) to conduct my own unofficial and unscientific experiment. I’d hope to gain a bit more insight into one of my favorite topics – the love/disability connection. I expected the usual responses, and in fact, I had somewhat prepared myself for them: the intimidation factor, the uncomfortableness, the stares from strangers when we’re out together.
Of course I don’t endorse any of those as sound, logical reasons. But the one response I don’t think I could have ever prepared for, no matter how hard I tried, was this one: TOO. MUCH. RESPONSIBILITY.
What do you think of that one? I know, it surprises and saddens me too. You know what it sounds like? One gigantic COP-OUT to me. At least have the guts to treat me like a decent human being and give me an honest answer. I’m just not buying that one. At all.
Who on Earth would ever think I was some sort of responsibility, at least more than the usual amount of putting up with my quirk? But you’ve grown to love those, right?
So I suppose what I’m wondering is what it was that made you, of all men on the planet, not fall for that dumb logic – I know you’re smart, because I do love my men brainy, after all. Was it my cute charm? My giggly laugh? What was it that made you fall?
I just wish men would see me just like I see them – as an opportunity rather than a responsibility. An opportunity to get to know someone – even if the romantic side of things doesn’t work out in the end. Isn’t that what everyone wants at the end of the day? Just the opportunity to be given a chance, you know?
All I know is that I’m looking forward to meeting you and finally discovering what set you apart from all the rest. Until we meet…
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