“Accidentally” turning into an exhibitionist (see my last post on here) seems to have breached some kind of modesty wall within my brain. I seem to have lost a lot of my inhibitions.
After that day I couldn’t think about anything else. My mind would wander back to the nurse watching me all day. Luckily/sadly I was released soon after and in that time nothing further happened between us.
Back home I turned back to an old frenemy, Tinder. But, as opposed to the last time I tried it, a year ago, this time I wasn’t looking for “the one” but rather to (egoistically) fulfill my own kinky desires.
As in the past I was quite open about my disability, my first picture is one of me sitting in a wheelchair. This was one thing many people were put off by the last time. It was something I found sad, but understandable at the same time. The whole wheelchair thing does come with a lot of baggage.
This time my profile started with “just looking for a fun time”. Apparently if you take the prospect of “until death do us part” off the table it looks a whole lot different.