Things start to look so dire on the dating front that my politically incorrect flatmate suggests I consider different types of beau. All types.

As he quite rightly pointed out, some of my so-called able-bodied dates have been pretty freaky so far, so who’s to say that a disabled date won’t be a significant improvement on anally-obsessed, coke-wielding, paranoid, bi-polar, sex-addicts who shit themselves – right? 1,705 more words