By Maura Kelly of A Year of Living Flirtatiously
I'm starting off today with a little story about my past ... THE PARTLY-PARALYZED GUY I ONCE DATED - WHO'D NEARLY BEEN MURDERED!
Back when I was in grad school, I went on a few dates with a guy who was partially paralyzed in one leg. Let's call him Joe California. Joe and I met at a party, and afterwards, a friend suggested we go out on a date. He was pretty cute--buff and blonde, jeans and cowboy shirts--and yet I didn't feel wildly attracted to him ... but at the same time, he was such a nice, upbeat, friendly guy that I was more than happy to take him up on his offer to go out for sushi. He picked me up in a red sports car; we had a pretty fun time; he asked me if I'd like to have dinner the following weekend.
On our second date, we were walking into the restaurant together from the red sports car, and I thought I noticed him limping. I figured he'd over-done it at the gym or sprained an ankle or something. During the










