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I am going out with a handicapped woman

  Wed 20th June 2012

Trina. I saw her from a distance on the railway station and thought what a lumpen, stooped walk she has. She was wearing a thin low-necked blouse in something synthetic with a diagonal pattern of small brown squares on a white background with a white cotton scooped necked vest top underneath, and jeans. We walked through town and I introduced her to Keith. "This is that mixed race bird I was telling you about the other day. Half Welsh, half Scouse."

As a girl who has bravely borne her immense handicap in life of being from Rhosllanerchruogog, and therefore finds Wrexham an exciting, edgy city, she hadn't seen anything like the Merchants before. It's a pub fashioned from vaulted stone C18th wine cellars, something that would sink under the weight of money or pretention down south. I was proud to to present it to her, an example of why I am proud, in some ways, of my city.

We were on our own under mellow orange lights set into faux copper housings. Delicious snogging at a shared, unspoken understanding of the speed of sex. She sighed and parted to indicate a rest. "You got my heart going there." "You got something of mine going as well," I said.

She said "I think I was born as a cat in another life. I love being stroked." It reminded me of Mary-Ann once describing me as a kitten. When she said she loved dancing, I lit up, then was immediately cautious. "What to?" "To 'dance music'"--which was the term everyone used to use for house or techno. She knew that. So start cringing youngsters--there'll be a 48- and a 57-year-old on a dancefloor near you soon.

At the railway station, pressed together, we chatted with commas of kissing.

I rush back to my house. I'm running because I have to show someone round Gillian's room. She's one of those semi-autistic, over-disciplined, future anorexic girls that universities like Lancaster hoover up.


Comment from: [Member]

take your time - seriously, looby, THIS is the most wonderful part of any relationship! let it build. let a few obstacles get in the way… you’ll get there! she’s a great match!

Thu 21st June 2012 @ 03:02
Comment from: [Member]

It is, it’s lovely. There will be roadblocks ahead, I’m sure. But I love how simple and straightforward it all is just at the moment.

Thu 21st June 2012 @ 08:07

She said “I think I was born as a cat in another life. I love being stroked.”

Bloody hell…I had to go and have a cold shower.

‘Nuff said.

Thu 21st June 2012 @ 10:20
Comment from: nursemyra [Visitor]

“lumpen and stooped"… that’s not very flattering. Will she read your blog?

Thu 21st June 2012 @ 12:20
Comment from: [Member]

TSB: You’re easily pleased.

Nursey: I’ve been thinking about changing that. She does have a slightly stooped walk but it was just a first impression, from a long way away. I fancy her – if she looks slightly bent over from a long way away, that is infinitesmially unimportant.

Her reading the blog–we’ll handle that one if it happens.

Thu 21st June 2012 @ 18:12

I wonder if, the next day, she sat with her friends and said, “I am going out with a handicapped man?”

You don’t suppose she’d wreck your place on the way out the door, do you? Here in the U.S., many people who are being evicted tear down the walls as a final fuck-you.

Fri 22nd June 2012 @ 18:55
Comment from: [Member]

I was a bit worried about that–half expected to find the place ruined. But no.

Sat 23rd June 2012 @ 11:34

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