The bar scene was fun at 22 and exhausting at 32. My roommate's glowing relationship updates were doing nothing for my morale. Somewhere under the burnout I still had hope, just not in the places I'd been looking. A fortune teller at the county fair told me to give dating with disabilities a try before the year ended, and it delivered. If you're sitting on the fence about it, give it a month like I did. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to look forward to Fridays.