In some ways, it’s unfortunate that myself and others in my closest friend circle remain single. However, there are benefits in the choices we make, the freedoms we have, the adventures we can choose to embark on (or not), and most importantly, the stories we are later able to share.
Among the diverse dating hypotheticals that could come up in singledom, the one that’s caught my fancy for the moment is Captain Hook. If we’re true to the musical of course, Hook stole Wendy to be his and his crew’s mother, rather than to get a date. However, if Wendy were a little older, things could’ve been very different. I mean, how hard is it for a hook-handed man to get a date even, let alone maintain a serious relationship? Sure, he’s good for a back scratch, but what about a foot massage? Have you ever received a one-handed foot massage? Not the most pleasant. And what if you’re double hooked? Or what if you’re just a stumper, with no cutlery at all? Or what if you have extras, like that girl with six fingers and no thumbs? How does this impinge on your datablility?
Sure, we’re in a highly technological society. Protheses are no longer limited to metal implements and peg-legs. But birth defects and injuries still happen, and the solutions to such problems are still reactions, rather than complete preventative measures. Somebody still has to cope with not being able to physically do what other people can do. And yet, genetically and otherwise physically a person could be totally ‘normal’. What does this mean?
I guess that although I haven’t come out on top on the dating scene yet, I also still have all my limbs. So that’s a positive.