My therapist suggested I meet people who share my situation instead of randoms. The last few years taught me that my time is the real currency. My last match asked me to explain my job twice and then unmatched mid-sentence. My nephew, brutal as ever, told me to try this disabled dating site and the first dates actually turned into second dates. It's strange being the friend with the good update for a change. And yes, I've already cleared a Sunday for a proper date.