I Wish I Had A Friend With A Prosthetic Leg
May 7th, 2008
I went out on a single date in college with a girl who had a prosthetic leg.
I didn’t find out she had a prosthetic leg until after that first date became the last date. And then, all I could think about was that I wished I had given her more of a chance. That, had I dated her for longer than one instance, I might have found out that beneath those jeans was an actual, psuedo-bionic Fugitive-like prosthetic leg.
Now all I do is wish I had a friend with a prosthetic leg.
