Most of us get to hide the ways in which we’re damaged, at least for a time. It will be very clear to all who meet you that you have experienced great difficulty and your life will continue to be challenged in certain respects.So you might take inspiration from this Elle magazine piece about a 43-year-old single mother who is partly paralyzed on the right side of her body and posts dating profile pictures that show her with either her walker or her cane: “I make those pictures front and center.
In a culture where texts aren’t returned because of a wrong shade of lipstick, what can I do? Should I just give up that part of my life altogether and focus on healing and working until I die?(I gravitate toward tall, lean, sharp-jawed guys who'd look right at home in a 1994-era Blur video.) A penchant for physically-dazzling-yet-obtuse men had been my norm for an embarrassingly long time.Sure, there had been the rare simultaneously-sexy-and- sweet stray, but those matches always seemed to fizzle straightaway. Matt was a blue-eyed skateboarder with a cute tangle of curls whom I'd salivated over for three straight months at camp.Then I realized that Evan—super-hot, emotionally remote—was just the most recent player in a pattern that had long dimmed my romantic prospects.For as long as I could remember, I'd gone for a guy's hotness quotient above all else: over intelligence, kindness, humor, personality, everything.Question 2: Is it foolish to be realistic, look at the odds, try and make a happy life for myself, but assume that romance is out for me? The dating market can be brutal and people can have crazy demands.