Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder.
I once went on a date with a guy old enough to be my grandpa. I couldn’t get past his eyeglasses–they were cheap cut-rate eyeglasses. (There–you can whack me with a pocketbook for saying this.)
You and I can see the same person and have different reactions. One of us might like that guy and the other isn’t interested.
Readers: I met a guy in person that I’m attracted to. I like looking at his face most of all because he is kind and caring.
Now I don’t care how rich or good-looking a guy is. You might want to date a person who has a good job. I know two women who mercilessly judged guys as “dogs” and wouldn’t date a guy that wasn’t good-looking. That was their criteria.
Throw your diagnosis into the mix and it’s sketchy how a person will respond on a date.
I’m lucky I met a guy I can do things with. He’s aware of the diagnosis yet he’s okay with this. He can hold his own interacting with other people. He’s a Lefty, like I am.
Looking for love is like a numbers game at times: you have to meet a lot of guys or gals before the right one comes along.
Always be hopeful because love is worth the risk.
A roving photographer once asked me “What’s the best way to fight stigma?”
Twelve years later I stand by what I said: “Be brave, and be yourself.”
It’s true: Be brave, and be yourself–and the right person will come along.
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