Since my discharge, things have been different. I mean, my mates all welcomed me back. They\u2019ve been helping me get through all of the doctors\u2019 appointments and physical therapy, but my confidence has taken a beating. Before I joined up I was a fit lad. I\u2019d even been scouted for rugby, but I decided to go and fight instead. Can\u2019t say I regret it, but I\u2019ll never be able to forget it now, either.<\/p>\n
Most of the time, I can get around with a walking stick. I\u2019m only 29 but I am sure I look like an old geezer from behind. When things are really bad, I have to use a chair. Women still flirt with me and have a laugh, but it always felt like they were doing it out of pity. Doesn\u2019t matter really. I didn\u2019t have the guts to ask them out anyway.
\nIt\u2019s not just the physical stuff. I mean, everything down there still works just fine. Don\u2019t think I don\u2019t know it either. It\u2019s been quite frustrating. My main problem is in my head. Been seeing a shrink about that. No way I\u2019m taking the drugs they want me to take though. I\u2019ve tried them. They make me feel like half a person. I\u2019d rather be a whole crazy person than half a sane one.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m on an online forum for veterans, who\u2019ve been wounded. We tell dark jokes, give each other some moral support and talk about personal stuff. Our love lives are a pretty common subject, but I don\u2019t mind really. It gives me an outlet where I feel like people understand. One night on the forum \u2013 or should I say early morning cause I\u2019m up all night a lot these days \u2013 one of the fellows, who lost both his legs, said he\u2019d had an amazing experience with an escort.<\/p>\n
When I read his story, I suddenly felt hopeful, excited and curious all at the same time. I was pretty sure that if I could just get some experience under my belt, dealing with my physical issues and how I think I look now, I might start feeling confident enough to ask a girl out. To be honest, I do have one particular girl in mind.<\/p>\n
I private messaged the guy on my forum to ask him about how he went about finding an escort. I mean, I had no bloody idea. I\u2019d never thought of trying it before. He told me about this website, Cleopatra Escorts. He said you can visit a page for each girl, find out a bit about her, look at some pics of her and on each page it tells you whether she\u2019ll date someone who is disabled. Before he even finished sending me all the info, I\u2019d looked up the page and nearly had to scrape my jaw off the floor with all the gorgeous women there.<\/p>\n
I know it probably sounds weird, but I found an escort who looked the least like the girl I want to ask out, cause, I don\u2019t know, it wouldn\u2019t feel right. She was a right looker though. Booking was so easy as well. I just explained what was going on with me on the booking form, so when we met up there wouldn\u2019t be any awkward moments.<\/p>\n
Well, all I can say is that making that date was one of the best things I\u2019ve ever done for myself. She was crazy beautiful. I had been terrified that she\u2019d take one look at my injuries and run a mile, but she didn\u2019t. She was tender and kind and funny too. She let me take my time, so I didn\u2019t feel rushed and helped me along whenever I needed it. That date with her changed everything about how I feel about myself. I\u2019m not a freak and I can actually have normal relations with a woman. In fact, in the middle of it all, I completely forgot about everything and just enjoyed myself.<\/p>\n
I still haven\u2019t asked the girl I fancy out, but I\u2019m building up to it. I can\u2019t wait, and if she says \u2018no\u2019, I know I\u2019ll get over it because now I believe I\u2019m a whole man. OK, a bit crazy, but then again, I always was.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"