I am a paraplegic, paralyzed from just above my waist down to my feet.

I have been a paraplegic since I was a little girl. My legs are very thin and flaccid, but I still think of myself as attractive, even sexy.

When I use my wheelchair I don’t need a pair of shoes with a build-up. The footrests on my chair are in the middle and close together.

I have all kinds of shoes from athletic shoes to sandals for the summer.

My favorites though are the high heels I wear at work. My right leg is also a little shorter than my left one, another part of my disability.

I looked too and could see the pink polish on my toenails through my tan pantyhose. This man had to see me pick my leg up with my hands and get my foot back on the footrest of the wheelchair. Sometimes, when I know I have an audience, I put on a little show. I thanked him and pulled my leg up by lifting under one knee. I hooked my toes with the shoe and pulled it onto the heel of my foot. We both made our apologies and started talking about where we were going, what our jobs were, who we knew and things like that. Jeff asked me if would like to watch the game that night with him at a bar a few blocks from the office. I would love to go on a date with this handsome, polite man. I’m also very cautious of guys only interested in dating paraplegic girls.

Now most everyone has seen my legs of course, but I realized at that moment no one at work has ever seen my bare feet. Being in a wheelchair we are a bit more vulnerable.

The braces start at the tops of my thighs and go down to knee locks so I can bend my legs if I’m sitting.

From there they go down to my ankles where I can attach any number of shoes I like to wear.

Since I don’t have any control of my waist or legs my shorter right leg kind of swings first and my left drags the floor just a little as it swings through. I am used to people staring at my legs as I am almost always in a skirt or dress. Now I even like to show the leg braces off a little.

Sometimes my skirts barely cover the thigh straps on the tops of my braces.

This is the story of how I met Jeff and our first date together. Jeff doesn’t seem to mind dating paraplegic girls or that I’m handicapped. I still can’t believe, if I wasn’t running late for work that day, we may have never met.