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Surely he’d have a problem with it, because duh, it’s multiple sclerosis. – it turns out that most people don’t look at it like I do. I mean, I could, but then the heat would leave me feeling so crappy I’d be swearing at him by the end, and I’m thinkin’ it wouldn’t go over well. Then there’s Tall Robbie; the one I like so much who happens to love hiking. How do I explain this to Tall Robbie when he’s excitedly telling me about the “legit trails” we can go on together?
It was obvious to good ol’ Specs that I was an awesome, capable, undamaged person and that MS was a stumbling block, but not enough to make him push away someone he cared about. I’ll admit, I get a fair amount of attention from men. And each one leaves me worried that he’ll freak out about me having MS. Computer Guy Mike was around long enough to have me consider telling him, but he got all super weirded out by the idea of my four kids and what life would be like with them as step-kids, so I said buh-bye. (Side note: I think “enjoys hiking” is a requirement for every single dating profile in this country. Do I play it off as me just being lazy, or do I tell him the truth?
Neither of us cared about anything besides whether the other was cute and cool.
I was literally shaking and couldn’t look at his face; I’m sure the guy thought I was about to admit I was a wanted felon or something. What I did with Spectacles was lame – looking down all sheepish like I was confessing my sins to a priest, shaking, terrified he’d take off once he knew my shameful truth.
But after I told him, he just shrugged and was like, “OK, whatev.” I stared at Spectacles like he was nuts. Will Dan the Fisherman be annoyed that I can’t just hang out on his boat all day during the summer?
I am not really sure as to what brought us together in the way that it happened, but I do know that at the time that I met him, David worked second shift.
Those who work first shift are at work before you are even awake for the day and when you get home from work, those who work first shift are already in bed for the night.
None of what has happened to me, because of Multiple Sclerrosis means that my life doesn’t have meaning.