SWFoC (on crutches) seeks two-legged mate
I’m not an ideal reproductive partner. I’m on crutches.
I assumed the opposite sex would interpret my awkward cripple movements as a sign of genetic abnormality — nonviable ovaries and the like. I am the weak of the species. If a wild animal were to chase me, I would certainly not be able to run away with speed. Just like those kids who are allergic to peanuts and dairy and wheat and cat hair, if I had lived a couple of millennia ago, I would probably be dead.
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