I have no hangups about height (my wheelchair is height-adjustable), and I am not looking for a man who shares my every interest. Still, being thought of as picky is far preferable to being thought of as undesirable. None have fancied me back — or at least, none have dared to admit a crush on the disabled girl. It turns out, Cambridge men and French business school men are the same — lovely to a fault, happy to be our friends (sometimes suggesting more), but never crossing the line. The part of me posting proudly about disability on Instagram says that my disability doesn’t make me any less datable — or lovable.

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