{"id":22,"date":"2024-12-20T08:03:20","date_gmt":"2024-12-20T08:03:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/megastorytales.com\/?p=22"},"modified":"2024-12-20T08:03:20","modified_gmt":"2024-12-20T08:03:20","slug":"man-comes-on-a-first-date-and-sees-the-woman-is-disabled-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/megastorytales.com\/archives\/22","title":{"rendered":"Man Comes on a First Date and Sees the Woman Is Disabled \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I went on a date with a guy from Tinder, and when we met for the first time, he rejected me as soon as he saw my wheelchair. However, our table was selected for a free dinner, so I spent the evening with him. Little did I know that the heartbreak had only just begun.\n

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My heart raced with anticipation as I sat at table 13, ready for my Tinder date with Alan. But as he arrived and I greeted him from my wheelchair, his smile faded to shock.\n\n

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\u201cSally? Wow. You didn\u2019t mention\u2026 the wheelchair,\u201d he stammered.\n\n

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\u201cI didn\u2019t think to,\u201d I replied, hoping for understanding. \u201cI wanted you to see me, not my wheelchair. Why, is there a problem?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s just\u2026 that\u2019s a big thing not to mention,\u201d he said, his initial enthusiasm waning. \u201cDon\u2019t you think?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI wanted us to meet without assumptions,\u201d I explained.\n\n

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Suddenly, Alan took out his phone and scrolled through something. \u201cNot a single picture in a wheelchair. Lying by omission?\u201d He glared at me. I could see he was enraged, his eyes red and fists clenched.\n\n

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\u201cThey-they were taken before the accident,\u201d I whispered, the memory painful. I lost my ability to walk two years ago in an accident that took my parents away.\n\n

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\u201cNice try to get my pity,\u201d Alan mocked me, his words cutting deep.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m not asking for pity,\u201d I said, tears welling in my eyes. \u201cI\u2019m learning to accept myself again. I deserve a second chance at life. Just like everyone else.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYou can\u2019t accept your disability, but I should? I wanted a proper date, not someone\u2026 in a wheelchair!\u201d he retorted harshly.\n\n\n

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Alan\u2019s cruel words stung, but I remained hopeful he\u2019d understand. \u201cI was scared you wouldn\u2019t want to meet me if you knew,\u201d I admitted.\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d he scoffed. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t have even thought of coming here. I wanted to go on a date with someone normal, not\u2026 defective!\u201d\n\n

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His dismissal was a painful blow, but his calling me \u2018defective\u2019 ignited a fire within me.\n\n

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\u201cYou didn\u2019t mention the wheelchair even in your bio!\u201d he growled, his eyes again on his phone.\n\n

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Alan seemed so different in person, not the guy who\u2019d impressed me with his poems and romantic talk on Tinder. He used to tell me I was beautiful. Maybe he had fallen for just my beautiful face. Maybe he wasn\u2019t prepared to see me like this.\n\n

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It wasn\u2019t all his fault. I should\u2019ve told him earlier. But I was scared. As I mentioned, I was still learning to accept myself.\n\n

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\u201cThis entire weekend is ruined by your deception!\u201d Alan erupted, snapping me to the moment. \u201cYou call yourself normal? You\u2019re half a person at best!\u201d\n\n

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His words stung, but I stood my ground. \u201cI am normal! Being in a wheelchair doesn\u2019t make me defective,\u201d I declared.\n\n

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\u201cYou know what? Find someone as \u2018defective\u2019 as you,\u201d he sneered, turning around when a waiter approached our table.\n\n

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Alan\u2019s anger peaked as he bumped into the waiter, who announced a surprise dinner for us, celebrating us (table 13th) as the 10,000th guest and bringing a cake.\n\n\n

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\u201cGreat, table 13! I\u2019d only heard it so far, but now I know for sure it brings bad luck,\u201d Alan sneered, but I chose to embrace the moment. So what if I couldn\u2019t go on a date with Alan? I could still enjoy the cake! I could still pretend I was\u2026 happy.\n\n

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\u201cThis is wonderful, thank you!\u201d I exclaimed, looking at the delicious cake.\n\n

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To my surprise, Alan no longer wanted to leave. \u201cFine, then. Bring the menu, but I\u2019ll sit elsewhere,\u201d he told the waiter. He wanted the free meal, but not me.\n\n

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The waiter\u2019s smile faltered slightly. \u201cI\u2019m afraid the celebration is only for table 13. Are you not together?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cOf course, we\u2019re together!\u201d I claimed, holding Alan\u2019s hand, forcing him into the charade.\n\n

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Alan, caught off guard, stared into my eyes for a moment, his surprise evident as he took my hint. I wanted us to enjoy the complimentary treat. At least something more memorable for the night than nothing at all? I had fallen in love with Alan, and I loved him, despite his flaws. I did.\u00a0Isn\u2019t that what love is about?\n\n

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\u201cAlright, yes, absolutely. We\u2019ll have the menu then,\u201d Alan conceded, and I smiled.\n\n

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Dinner proceeded in silence until I tried to start a conversation. \u201cThe food is really good, isn\u2019t it?\u201d I said, trying to lighten the mood.\n\n

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Alan ignored me until I mentioned basketball. \u201cYou watch basketball?\u201d he asked, showing a hint of interest.\n\n

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A surge of excitement coursed through me. Alan spoke. He opened his mouth and struck up a conversation with me! Finally!\n\n

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\u201cAbsolutely! I love it. I even have a jersey signed by LeBron,\u201d I exclaimed, my voice bubbling with joy and eyes brimming with hope.\n\n

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But then, Alan\u2019s joke about LeBron signing my jersey in the emergency room soured the moment, yet I held back tears, refusing to let his words hurt me further.\n\n

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As the suffocating silence threatened to consume us once more, the waiter\u2019s voice boomed through the microphone.\n\n

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\u201cLadies and gentlemen, it\u2019s time for our weekly lovebirds\u2019 contest! Any couples feeling lucky tonight, let\u2019s see those hands!\u201d\n\n

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Despite Alan\u2019s protests, I eagerly volunteered us, his reluctance clear. \u201cAre you crazy? Put your hand down. I\u2019m not doing this,\u201d he objected.\n\n

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Ignoring him, I kept my hand up, and soon we were called to participate. On stage, the game involved identifying our partner by touch and removing the clothespins pinned to their dresses. \u201cGot you,\u201d I said, trying to remove the clothespins from Alan as soon as I found him.\n\n

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\u201cWe can\u2019t lose this. You need to collect the pins fast,\u201d Alan whispered, attempting to help. I was glad he was involved in the game.\n\n

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But we were disqualified for moving \u2014 Alan was supposed to stay still. Frustrated, he lashed out, calling me a \u201chandicapped idiot.\u201d Tears welled up in my eyes as I mumbled an apology, feeling utterly defeated.\n\n

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The waiter, noticing the tension, intervened, announcing a quiz round. Wiping away tears, I buzzed in with answers confidently. \u201cPacific!\u201d I declared for the largest ocean, and \u201cTaj Mahal!\u201d for the symbol of eternal love.\n\n

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Alan, impressed by my knowledge, asked, \u201cHow do you know all this stuff?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cTwo degrees and a thirst for knowledge,\u201d I responded, proud and a bit flushed.\n\n

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At that point, his smile, warm and genuine, seemed like a silent apology, acknowledging my resilience and intellect despite the evening\u2019s earlier tensions.\n\n

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Excitement peaked as the final quiz question was about Space Jam 2. Alan and I, now in sync, hit the buzzer together, shouting, \u201cLeBron James!\u201d Our correct answer united us in a brief, unexpected camaraderie.\n\n

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\u201cSally, you\u2019re the most incredible woman I\u2019ve ever met. I\u2019m sorry for being a jerk earlier,\u201d Alan confessed, his earlier hostility replaced by admiration.\n\n

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But my heart shattered once again when I overheard a conversation in the hallway. Alan had excused himself after the game, and while he was heading to the washroom, he ran into his friend, Karl.\n\n

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Karl mocked a \u2018disabled girl\u2019s date, suggesting the man was doing it just for show. My heart sank as I realized he was talking about Alan and me. The worst part? Alan pretended like he wasn\u2019t the man Karl was talking about.\n\n

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From our table, I could hear everything and hoped Alan would stand up for me. But to my dismay, he joined Karl and a group of women, ignoring me.\n\n

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\u201cSophia, ladies, meet Alan,\u201d Karl announced, and Sophia swiftly said, \u201cIsn\u2019t that the guy with the disabled date? I saw them together while I was waiting for you to arrive, Karl.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIt was a misunderstanding\u2026 She\u2019s nobody,\u201d Alan replied, forcing a smile.\n\n

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I gathered my courage and approached their table. \u201cAlan, are you ignoring me?\u201d I asked, only to be rebuffed by Karl, \u201cOh, so you\u2019re the girl in the wheelchair, huh?! Go away!\u201d\n\n

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Despite feeling hurt, I tried to clarify, \u201cAlan and I are on a date.\u201d\n\n

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Alan\u2019s dismissal was stark, leaving no room for hope. \u201cThere was no date, Sally. Just the contest. And free dinner. Please go away! I\u2019m with my friends now,\u201d he said coldly, laughter from his friends punctuating his rejection.\n\n\n

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I tried to reach out, \u201cAlan, please\u2026\u201d but he was unyielding. \u201cI don\u2019t want to talk. I want to be with \u2018normal\u2019 people, Sally. Please go away!\u201d\n\n

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Anger and hurt fueled my response, \u201cBeing \u2018normal\u2019 isn\u2019t about just the body; it\u2019s about having a good heart. And you are\u2026 heartless!\u201d\n\n

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His final words cut deep, \u201cI\u2019m sorry. You\u2019ll have to go alone.\u201d And then, I saw something in his eyes.\u00a0Guilt? But then, why wouldn\u2019t you join me? Why just stand here feeling sad? Why give me false hopes?\n\n

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Left in tears, I considered leaving the caf\u00e9 but was drawn back by the announcement of the karaoke challenge. \u201cFinalists, prepare for the grand finale\u2014the karaoke challenge!\u201d\n\n

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On stage, with Alan gone, I doubted my participation. \u201cMy date, he\u2026 he left. Does this mean I\u2019m disqualified?\u201d\n\n

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The waiter encouraged me, \u201cNot at all, Miss\u2026 The stage is all yours!\u201d\n\n

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With newfound determination, I sang \u201cYou Are Only Mine,\u201d pouring my heart into the performance, finding strength in my vulnerability.\n\n

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As I finished, Alan reappeared, mic in hand, his voice filled with remorse. \u201cSally,\u201d he began, \u201cI\u2026 I don\u2019t know how to express how sorry I am. For everything.\u201d\n\n

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His unexpected return and apology offered a glimmer of hope, a chance for understanding and, perhaps, forgiveness.\n\n

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\u201cHearing you sing, feeling the truth in your words\u2026 it made me realize how wrong I was. You opened my eyes, Sally. You\u2019re the bravest person I\u2019ve ever met. I was so wrong.\u201d\n\n

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Could I trust Alan\u2026 again?\n\n

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\u201cSo, what now?\u201d I asked, tears glistening in my eyes.\n\n

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His apology felt genuine, offering a glimmer of hope. \u201cI was blind to who you truly are, Sally. I\u2019m sorry. I want to give you, us a chance.\u201d\n\n

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As the caf\u00e9\u2019s music softened, Alan offered a dance, a gesture towards reconciliation. Hesitantly, I accepted, our dance, a silent conversation of regret and understanding. The waiter announced us as winners, our shared victory symbolizing our journey from misunderstanding to connection.\n\n

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Leaving the caf\u00e9, hand in hand, Alan and I reflected on the night, recognizing that true disability lies not in physical limitations but in the absence of empathy and understanding.\n\n

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