An email to my friend Annie in Maine:
I'm in Nebraska. My daughter Juliana has a large lovely house with many places to sit. It's quiet and comfortable even when there are people here. It's an East Coast kind of house with a center hall and living room on the left and dining room on the right and a kitchen, sitting room and sunporch in the back. There are windows everywhere and I can see through from one side of the house to the other. Outside are beautiful trees and her garden. It is so different from the buzzed, populated, strange-energy house where I live in California.
After two whole days of sitting in my wing back chair and writing on my computer, I decide to look for a man here in Nebraska. Here's one I found. What do you think? Maybe I should live here and go away one week a month all year long.
About my life and what I'm looking for:
I'm not handsome but I'm not ugly either. I'm young for my age and don't really want to grow up. I am interested in meeting disabled ladies especially single leg amputees. Race creed weight looks don't matter as much as what's inside.
Did he mean inside the prosthesis?
call him. you can pretend to have a fake leg. just limp. wear a brace. i mean compared to other things men want, this one is simple. it's when they want someone sweet, honest, faithful, thin, gorgeous that we're lost. the leg business is a piece of cake.
Takes less room in bed with 1 less leg!