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.
FROM MATCH.COM
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?
Annie's response:
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.
Elaine's response:
Takes less room in bed with 1 less leg!