Dear Doctor Date, I’ve been reading your column for a number of months and I have a pretty good idea of the type of advice you will give. The purpose of this letter isn’t to enlist sympathy or pity, but to serve as a wake-up call to all of those individuals who think that they have it rough meeting people or dealing with problems in relationships. What better way than to let them know that it could be worse.
If I were to place a single add it would go like this:

“Single white male of 26 years looking for a woman who knows who she is as a person. I’m a ME major set to graduate this spring with high honors, non-smoker, 5 feet 6 inches 145 lbs., a person who takes care of themselves physically, mentally and spiritually (Christian), likes to go to movies and drive cars at excessive speeds, adventurous and a blast to be around. Looking for a woman who shares similar goals for her life.”

So far it sounds all fine and dandy, however there is still one piece of information yet to disclose:
I have a physical disability, Cerebral Palsy, which affects my speech, walking, etc., but most importantly the first perceptions people in general have of me.
That’s the turn-off. Don’t get me wrong; I try every day just to be friendly and meet people, with the motive of friends first. However, I have many female friends most of which, basically all of them, are “unavailable” — they’re married, in a relationship, too old for my taste (anything over 35), do not prefer men or “just not ready.”
Which brings up the real reason why I’m writing this informative note: What is with the female sex these days? I know a good handful of available women, who also happen to be disabled, who I would drop everything to go out with but they seem to have the mindset that their white knight (a “normal” guy) is going to come and take care of them for the rest of their life and refuse to consider other possibilities. What the hell is with that?
I don’t care if the women I like are disabled, or not, black or white, whatever — just compatible. I just want to find women who want to go out and have a fun time without worrying that all I want is to get them in bed.
There, I said my mind!!!
— Frustrated with your writers!!

Thanks for writing in, friend. I appreciate your letter. I think it’s appropriate to mention the lottery hoopla in relation to your mention of the Prince Charming syndrome. Most of us aren’t rich and we’re not supermodels. Still, we invest our goods into people and things that hold little chance of reward. It’s harmless, right? Sure, unless you spend all your money on lottery tickets or pass up the opportunity to be with someone incredibly wonderful even though he or she didn’t seem so at first.
The higher the possibility the more crazy everyone gets. Which would you choose: George Clooney all at once or Kevin Bacon for the next 20 years?