Wheelchair Date

Okay, first story on this blog......I have been trying to decide how to start this particular blog. I was going to start with an elaborate self-introduction, but when I did that on another of my blogs it took about 4 separate entries and ended up being way longer than expected. So for here I am just going to jump in with the stories and if you want to know more about the warped individual who writes these and where his inspiration comes from then you can CLICK HERE . So with little ado I now present STORY#1...... "Wheelchair Date"

OK, so here's the setting...I had recently been transplanted to Virgina Beach, VA., via USNAVY, from my home-town of El Paso,TX. I was very single and about 20 years old at the time and was missing my Hispanic girls of Mexican origin that I had always dated in my high-school years. I was mentioning this to a friend and he said he knew the perfect girl for me, but that I had to go to church with him to get an introduction. Since I was no stranger to churches, being a PK(preachers kid) I readily agreed and off to church we went on the follwing Sunday.
This was one of those HUGE super-churches and there were radical pew-jumpers everywhere, but my friend was able to find Rosalia immediately as she always sat dead-center, front row. Before church even started I had been intoduced to Rosalia (I loved that name, it just rolled off of her tongue sexily) had made small talk, flirted, and had asked her out on a date for Thurs. night. Which she accepted almost too enthusiastically. So I sat through the service in the seat right behind her, still flirting at opportune moments during the service. I was good at church flirting. So after the service we made some more small talk, confirmed plans, and exchanged phone #'s. As I was about to leave I noticed a man waiting at the end of the aisle with a wheelchair. Then to my surprise he wheeld right up to Rosalia and lifted her into her chair. SURPRISE would have been a huge under-statement, luckily she didn't notice the look on my face. I was like, "What have I got myself into this time."
Now, I consider myself a pretty good guy, but I was preety upset with my friend for setting me up like that. After I yelled at him for a few minutes on the way home, he said one word that caught my attention,"groundwork". He explained that Rosalia had only been in a wheelchair for a few monhts due to an auto accident on Prom night(PROM QUEEN of course), where she had broken or severed something in her lower back, and was paralyzed from the waist down. But that she was doing well in her Physiacal Therapy and would be walking again soon. He said if I treated her good now in her rough time I would be laying groundwork to having a way out of my league girlfrien when she was once again walking. And suddenly it all made sense to me, as terrible as that may sound. What? I was 20, SORRY!
Thursday night had finally arrived, and I had done my research for an awesome, and wheelchair convenient date. Rosalia lived about 20 minutes outside of town, in an area where there were no other houses within a mile of hers. Kinda reminded me of Arkansas. I went to pick her up and meet the family. I arrived around 6:30 and her Dad....BOM BOM BOM...met me in the driveway. He actually was a pretty nice guy, he showed me how to load up the wheelchair and how to transfer her to and from the chair itself. He instucted me to have her home by 1am because she had PT in the morning. And off we went.
We had great conversation in the car on our way to Olive Garden (seats with wheels for convenience) and had an awesome time at dinner. She was actually funny, intelligent, and in very high spirits considering her situation. I admired her courage, and her beauty. After dinner we proceeded to part 2, the movies. We of course sat in the back row, in the row that only has 2 seats so I could just wheel her right up next to me. I told you I did my research. We enjoyed the movie, if memory doesn't escape me I believe we saw "MO' MONEY". We even held hands with a few little pecks mixed in throughout the movie. I really liked this girl and was already planning our future, and I could tell that she was feeling the connection as well. The movie ended at around 11 and we really had no more plans so we decided to get her home early and call it a night.
We talked alot on the 30 minute trip and were within a mile of her house by 11:45 with still over an hour to spare before she had to be home, when she suggested I pull over in a little driveway off of the main road. It was a beautiful night, and being out in the country it seemed like there were a million stars in the sky just for us. We talked a very little bit before we were passionately making out in the car. As things were really getting intimate she stopped me and asked if I could carry her over to a particular tree about 100 feet off the road behind some big bushes. I did, and lo and behold hanging from one of the branches was to rope loops. She put her arms through the hoops and it was like she was standing right there in front of me. Her feet were about 6 inches off the ground, which made her perfectly my height. What a treat! We went back to making out, and eventually things got out of control. I hate to say it, but it was GOOD! Use your imagination, I won't embarrass you with the details. Well we finished up and got her back in the car at about 12:45. SHEW, 15 minutes to spare.
I drove her the rest of the way home. Got her out of the car, into the wheelchair, and up the ramp to her front door. We kissed good night, and I pushed her inside. Her parents were of course waiting up and greeted us at the door. Her mom wheeled her back to her room and I was left uncomfortably with her father. I could barely make eye-contact. He then reached out his hand and said,"Son, I really want to thank you." I assured him it was no big deal, that we had had a great time, and that he should be very proud of his daughter.(I was laying it on pretty thick). He said," No son, I really want to thank you." I said, Don't thank me. I had a great night." He then said," No son I really need to thank you..........All them other A-holes leave her hanging in that F!@#ing tree all night."
Rosalia and I are no longer together. She decided she wasn't going to let me push her around anymore. She just wasn't going to stand for it.


I know, I know. You're all mad at me now. The story is pure fiction, but it does have a bit of truth to it. I did meet Rosalia in those circumstances. I DID ask her out on a date for Thurs. night. She WAS in a whelchair. I WAS going to go through with the date. BUT on Monday of that week I saw Rosalia at the mall while I was shopping, I kind of did a double-take to make sure it was her, I was about to approach her to tell her how excited I was about Thursday, when she looked right at me and said,"What the F!@# are you looking at A@#-hole?". That was the moment that this story started brewing in my head.
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