My homegirl Tasha constantly finds herself in the craziest situations. I’ve heard a lot of stories from her but this one might just take the cake. It all started with a simple IM message that began with a simple question:
“Oh, boy, what now?”
“So I had a date with a really nice guy I met last week. He gave me his government name and everything.”
“Lol @ he gave you his government name. Shouldn’t every guy give you his full name?”
“Lol. True. But here’s the thing, when I got home I Googled him and you’ll never guess what I found.”
“Uhm, jail? Stripper? Married?”
“Okay, I give up.”
“He’s an amputee.”
“Lol. Only you.”
“Ans, I’m serious.”
“You sure it was him and not just a guy with same name?”
“Nah, everything matched up. School, job, etc.”
“Why does stuff like this only happen to me? I have to know if it’s true.”
“Definitely, but don’t ask him cause he’ll know you were being nosy. Plus, if it is true he’s probably sensitive about it.”
“So what should I do?”
“You got two options: 1) If you don’t think you can deal with it, just make yourself less available and he’ll eventually get that you’re not interested. 2) If you like him, just wait for him to tell you and take it from there. But I say don’t just assume this is true just because you read it on the Internet. And if he was a perfect gentleman and you actually were feeling him you should at least give him a fair shot.”
“But he’s missing a leg, Ans.”
“Yeah, I know but I’m just saying. Did you even notice?”
“So see you wouldn’t have even known he was missing a leg if you weren’t snoopin’ on the Internet. If it wasn’t for that you would’ve been like, Oooh, I got a winner. Lol.”
“Lol. Yeah, but I have to know.”
“Okay, well keep me posted and you know I have to blog about this right?”
Fast-forward a few days, and Tasha informed me that homie fessed up about his missing limb. Apparently he was involved in a serious car accident a couple years back and the lower part of his right leg was so badly damaged that it had to be removed. I won’t go any further into Tasha’s situation since it’s still in progress but I thought this was an interesting topic of discussion.
Personally, I don’t know if I could deal with someone with a physical handicap. Being cross-eyed is one thing, but a missing leg or being in a wheelchair might just freak me out. Of course if it was my wife and she was severely injured I’d be there for her, but some random person I just met? I dunno.
What would you guys do if you were in Tasha’s situation? If you really liked the person, would you try and see where the relationship could go? Would the missing leg just be too much for you to deal with in a relationship? What if you were in a relationship with someone already and then they got injured, could you stick it out? How would you feel if the roles were reversed and you were missing a limb and someone you liked balked when they found out about your injury?
Speak your piece.
Who remembers this scene from I’m Gonna Git You Sucka, where shorty popped off her leg, among other things? Start watching from about the 2-minute mark.