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Re: First Amputee Dates
I met my late wife 10 years ago in Blackpool. It was a chance meeting in a pub, I was talking to a lady who turned out to be her daughter. All I heard was "you have no chance with her, she's a Lesbian". I went to talk to the lady who shouted out sat behind the table and never thought anymore about it. It was only later when she wanted to pop out and her daughter brought the wheel chair over, did I realise she had no legs, both had been amputated high above the knee. I was slightly taken aback but also realised legs or No legs I really did love this woman. We were together for 6 years total and married for 3 of those. We did more as a couple than most do in a lifetime. Nothing was ever uncomfortable and we just got on with it. Everything was incredible. It also released my hidden Dev, I would like nothing more than to meet another leg amputee but realise I can't be lucky twice.
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Re: First Amputee Dates
Well, the whole idea of a first date is rather redolent of romantic novelettes and high school crushes. I've had first dates, but with fully limbed girls and women and never with a one-legged girl or woman.
With amputees and devotees, it's more like hunting or having a sudden stroke of luck, to be grasped or regretted forever more. I chanced upon and approached one lady in a shopping centre in the London satellite town of Croydon, having spotted her years and years earlier on a bus in the southern London suburb of Streatham and kicked myself for not having approached her then. The bus sighting was perhaps in 1980, the meeting in '88 and we met quite a few times, the last in 1994-ish.
Another lady I met at the now long-closed artificial limb centre in the London suburb of Roehampton. Now, I _never_ever_ went there in the speculative hope of meeting an amputee (I considered this base). The meeting would have been a proper date, except that it was actually a cool commercial transaction. It was organised by a friend (now long dead) who wanted me to meet the lady with her full consent and interest. The venue was her suggestion and she introduced me to the prosthetist as her chaperone, resulting in my being allowed to see her intimate parts. Quite memorable for a first "date"! This was in late 1985 and we kept on meeting on a regular (and yes, commercial!) basis into the mid-90s.
I've had just one more encounter, and that wasn't a date, either. It was a meeting at a Fascination conference. It's a hugely long story, but Fascination was a an amp/dev quarterly magazine ran by a DBK lady in Chicago. It appeared for 15-odd years in the 1980s and 90s and ran annual get-togethers called conferences. These were invariably in reasonably good 3/4-star hotels near O'Hare airport and were always on the Thursday through to the Sunday nearest to the summer solstice in mid/late June. Anyway, at the 1995 conference I was lucky to socialise with a very pretty Puertorican Newyorker exactly my age, and we had a whale of a time, promising each other a series of repeats. As often happens, the promise never materialised and we've now long lost touch. This wasn't a romantic episode, however, but another cool commercial transaction, though we did genuinely like each other -- definitely in a physical and possibly in a social way.
The nearest I came to a purely romantic involvement with an amputeee lady was through the Outsiders' Club, a British dating and socialising group for people with disabilities. The Outsiders was organised and ran by a lady called Tuppy Owens who campaigned for the right of disabled people to enjoy s*ex, pure and simple. The club met monthly in pubs in London and had regional groups which met in pubs elsewhere around Britain. Meetings were usually attended by a dozen or so people, with those before Christmas attracting up to two or even three dozen. I used to tag along with diminishing enthusiasm and lo, the month I had decided would be my last, I spotted a s*exy girl whom I "chatted up." Amazingly, I had sighted that same girl while she was on holiday in Malta in the 1980s with her parents, using crutches. Anyway, we had a whale of an evening and agreed to meet again in her part of West London. Sadly, though, that was it! She never answered the 'phone whose number she'd given me and never rang me. The only winner was the Outsiders Club which got another year's membership dues from me. (Actually, they did some wonderful work and I do not begrudge a penny of what I gave them over the years.) That was a good 20 years ago.
The commercial aspect of "dates" might strike you as distasteful, but that's how the cookie crumbled for me. I often wonder what would have happened if I hinted at cash to the Outsiders Club girl...
With amputees and devotees, it's more like hunting or having a sudden stroke of luck, to be grasped or regretted forever more. I chanced upon and approached one lady in a shopping centre in the London satellite town of Croydon, having spotted her years and years earlier on a bus in the southern London suburb of Streatham and kicked myself for not having approached her then. The bus sighting was perhaps in 1980, the meeting in '88 and we met quite a few times, the last in 1994-ish.
Another lady I met at the now long-closed artificial limb centre in the London suburb of Roehampton. Now, I _never_ever_ went there in the speculative hope of meeting an amputee (I considered this base). The meeting would have been a proper date, except that it was actually a cool commercial transaction. It was organised by a friend (now long dead) who wanted me to meet the lady with her full consent and interest. The venue was her suggestion and she introduced me to the prosthetist as her chaperone, resulting in my being allowed to see her intimate parts. Quite memorable for a first "date"! This was in late 1985 and we kept on meeting on a regular (and yes, commercial!) basis into the mid-90s.
I've had just one more encounter, and that wasn't a date, either. It was a meeting at a Fascination conference. It's a hugely long story, but Fascination was a an amp/dev quarterly magazine ran by a DBK lady in Chicago. It appeared for 15-odd years in the 1980s and 90s and ran annual get-togethers called conferences. These were invariably in reasonably good 3/4-star hotels near O'Hare airport and were always on the Thursday through to the Sunday nearest to the summer solstice in mid/late June. Anyway, at the 1995 conference I was lucky to socialise with a very pretty Puertorican Newyorker exactly my age, and we had a whale of a time, promising each other a series of repeats. As often happens, the promise never materialised and we've now long lost touch. This wasn't a romantic episode, however, but another cool commercial transaction, though we did genuinely like each other -- definitely in a physical and possibly in a social way.
The nearest I came to a purely romantic involvement with an amputeee lady was through the Outsiders' Club, a British dating and socialising group for people with disabilities. The Outsiders was organised and ran by a lady called Tuppy Owens who campaigned for the right of disabled people to enjoy s*ex, pure and simple. The club met monthly in pubs in London and had regional groups which met in pubs elsewhere around Britain. Meetings were usually attended by a dozen or so people, with those before Christmas attracting up to two or even three dozen. I used to tag along with diminishing enthusiasm and lo, the month I had decided would be my last, I spotted a s*exy girl whom I "chatted up." Amazingly, I had sighted that same girl while she was on holiday in Malta in the 1980s with her parents, using crutches. Anyway, we had a whale of an evening and agreed to meet again in her part of West London. Sadly, though, that was it! She never answered the 'phone whose number she'd given me and never rang me. The only winner was the Outsiders Club which got another year's membership dues from me. (Actually, they did some wonderful work and I do not begrudge a penny of what I gave them over the years.) That was a good 20 years ago.
The commercial aspect of "dates" might strike you as distasteful, but that's how the cookie crumbled for me. I often wonder what would have happened if I hinted at cash to the Outsiders Club girl...
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Re: First Amputee Dates
Had been in contact with a high-SAK girl via social media for months. Had very profound, inspiring chats about virtually everyting. “The one topic” was up to her, I never started talking about it. As she lives in a poor country, she was now and then mentioning her problems in life on one leg, her relying on axillary crutches even when streets are muddy after rainfall.
I eventually arranged for a meeting on kind of a business trip and it was nice apart from one little disappointment: She was showing up on a prosthesis, which she had never mentioned to own. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy for her to own that thing, but us devotees…I guess, you know
Well, it was her first day using it outdoor, so she appreciated my occasional assistance. We spent a nice day together in the city center, visiting cafes and all that stuff. I enjoyed showing up in public with her confidently, despite all stares from people around us. After all, we were an unusual couple indeed: A local girl gasping down the street on one leg, totally sweating from the tropical sun while being escorted by a relaxed guy, whose decent clothing could not dissimulate his origin from the “Golden West”, visibly enjoying his role as a gentlemen. All the long-legged, high-heeled, totally tarted up ladies there were just clueless about my choice.
It has been a memorable day, just like the following half-night, after which I had to leave for my next appointment in a city 10 hours from there. We exchanged our blessings and plans for a follow-up…
I eventually arranged for a meeting on kind of a business trip and it was nice apart from one little disappointment: She was showing up on a prosthesis, which she had never mentioned to own. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy for her to own that thing, but us devotees…I guess, you know
Well, it was her first day using it outdoor, so she appreciated my occasional assistance. We spent a nice day together in the city center, visiting cafes and all that stuff. I enjoyed showing up in public with her confidently, despite all stares from people around us. After all, we were an unusual couple indeed: A local girl gasping down the street on one leg, totally sweating from the tropical sun while being escorted by a relaxed guy, whose decent clothing could not dissimulate his origin from the “Golden West”, visibly enjoying his role as a gentlemen. All the long-legged, high-heeled, totally tarted up ladies there were just clueless about my choice.
It has been a memorable day, just like the following half-night, after which I had to leave for my next appointment in a city 10 hours from there. We exchanged our blessings and plans for a follow-up…
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Re: First Amputee Dates
Can I add a first date story from an amputee perspective?
I was 14 and sitting outside the library waiting for my mom to pick me up (it was the mid 90s). A boy who told me he was 16 walked up to me and chatted me up. He asked for my # and I gave it to him. By that time my mom arrived and we headed home. He called at some point and we set-up our first and only date for that Friday night at my house to watch a movie upstairs in the den. This was also my first date EVER. He arrived and my parents met him and then my parents stupidly left and went out to dinner. I think they took my brother with him. So upstairs we go and watch a movie. He's instantly handsy and keeps pulling me into his lap. He also kisses me which I wasn't ready for and there went my first kiss. The phone blessedly rings and I run to my bedroom down the hallway. He followed after and sat on the edge of my bed. I had flipped the light on as I had walked in. After he sat down he looks across to me as I am standing still on the phone. And I guess he finally really looked beyond my face, breasts, and figure and said "Oh my God you only have one hand." At 14, I was mortified. And it just proved why the stereotype of men only noticing want they want to see is a stereotype with lots of truth (especially teenage boys). At 40, my reflection is I love that happened to him after he basically manhandled and touched me everywhere I didn't ask for. He was actually remarkably composed about it after that though and probably figured "Well, I like the rest of her," because I did answer him something like "Yes, My whole life" (I'm a congenital lbe). And we turned around, went back to the den, finished "watching" the movie (he wasn't done manhandling, making out, whatever to me). Then we walked down the street to a friend's house and said hi to all my gf's. We went back to my house after my parents came home (I was done being alone with Mr Handsy) and then he left. He later on the phone told me he was 18 but told me lied because he didn't think I'd go out with an 18 year old (he's right). He called me pretty and smart (I was, and he was hot but stupid) but had freaked me out so much by going too fast I told him to stop calling. I wouldn't date a lot in high school, and that guy was way too aggressive. But I'll never forget that a guy who asked me out in person, was all over me on a couch, and had his hands on me didn't even notice I had one hand til hours into our first (and only) date. Had he not been 18 and had he approached my body's autonomy with more respect there would have been more dates til I grew tired of being significantly smarter.
I was 14 and sitting outside the library waiting for my mom to pick me up (it was the mid 90s). A boy who told me he was 16 walked up to me and chatted me up. He asked for my # and I gave it to him. By that time my mom arrived and we headed home. He called at some point and we set-up our first and only date for that Friday night at my house to watch a movie upstairs in the den. This was also my first date EVER. He arrived and my parents met him and then my parents stupidly left and went out to dinner. I think they took my brother with him. So upstairs we go and watch a movie. He's instantly handsy and keeps pulling me into his lap. He also kisses me which I wasn't ready for and there went my first kiss. The phone blessedly rings and I run to my bedroom down the hallway. He followed after and sat on the edge of my bed. I had flipped the light on as I had walked in. After he sat down he looks across to me as I am standing still on the phone. And I guess he finally really looked beyond my face, breasts, and figure and said "Oh my God you only have one hand." At 14, I was mortified. And it just proved why the stereotype of men only noticing want they want to see is a stereotype with lots of truth (especially teenage boys). At 40, my reflection is I love that happened to him after he basically manhandled and touched me everywhere I didn't ask for. He was actually remarkably composed about it after that though and probably figured "Well, I like the rest of her," because I did answer him something like "Yes, My whole life" (I'm a congenital lbe). And we turned around, went back to the den, finished "watching" the movie (he wasn't done manhandling, making out, whatever to me). Then we walked down the street to a friend's house and said hi to all my gf's. We went back to my house after my parents came home (I was done being alone with Mr Handsy) and then he left. He later on the phone told me he was 18 but told me lied because he didn't think I'd go out with an 18 year old (he's right). He called me pretty and smart (I was, and he was hot but stupid) but had freaked me out so much by going too fast I told him to stop calling. I wouldn't date a lot in high school, and that guy was way too aggressive. But I'll never forget that a guy who asked me out in person, was all over me on a couch, and had his hands on me didn't even notice I had one hand til hours into our first (and only) date. Had he not been 18 and had he approached my body's autonomy with more respect there would have been more dates til I grew tired of being significantly smarter.
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Re: First Amputee Dates
I have had the opportunity to have some dates with girls with disabilities.
I remember that the first time I had a date was with a paraplegic girl, I went to her house and we talked for an entire afternoon, quite exciting at that time, I think I was about 16 years.
My second date was with a congenital triple amputee girl, it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life, I really liked going out shopping and to the cinema with her, because many people looked at us and I was happy kissing her in front of people and laugh at his shocked face, we were both teenagers and had a somewhat toxic relationship for about two years.
I also had the opportunity to have one night stand with a girl who was a congenital amputee of arms and with a shorter foot.
During my life I had the opportunity to meet and have several
I remember that the first time I had a date was with a paraplegic girl, I went to her house and we talked for an entire afternoon, quite exciting at that time, I think I was about 16 years.
My second date was with a congenital triple amputee girl, it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life, I really liked going out shopping and to the cinema with her, because many people looked at us and I was happy kissing her in front of people and laugh at his shocked face, we were both teenagers and had a somewhat toxic relationship for about two years.
I also had the opportunity to have one night stand with a girl who was a congenital amputee of arms and with a shorter foot.
During my life I had the opportunity to meet and have several
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