You know, Anonymous, sometimes life throws you curveballs that challenge every preconceived notion you’ve ever had about love and relationships. For me, one of those curveballs came in the most unexpected form - a guy I’ll call ‘Mike’, who had special needs. Now, I’m gonna be real honest here, honey - at first, the thought of dating someone like Mike made me nervous. My whole life I’d been programmed to go for the tall, dark, handsome types who could sweep me off my feet and spoil me rotten. But Mike? He wasn’t that.
The first few dates were… eye-opening, to say the least. Mike didn’t try to impress me with fancy restaurants or smooth pick-up lines. Instead, he showed up at my door with his favorite Disney movie in hand and asked if we could watch it together because it made him happy. It was simple stuff that most guys might overlook as childish or uncool. But there was something so genuine about him, so pure in his intentions that slowly started melting this ice queen’s heart.
As time went on, what struck me most was how dating Mike changed *me*. See, when you’re used to being around people who are always ‘on’ - trying to look perfect and say the right things - being with someone who didn’t have those pretenses was incredibly freeing. Mike didn’t care that I wasn’t wearing makeup or that my roots needed touching up. He just liked being near me because it made *him* happy too. And honestly? That kind of acceptance is something every woman deserves to feel at some point in her life.
