Cookies and Cream - Building Blocks of a Successful Woman

 In today's internet World of love and romance, perfection, beauty and sex sell best. I am still shocked when a guy sends me a picture of his privates first before his face and I have been internet dating since the 1990s. As an advocate for disability and being disabled myself, I am part time dependent on a wheelchair. I always wonder whether to lead with it or mention it in future conversations. I am quite judgemental myself and will reject guys with "fit" or "active" or "into sports" in their description as I am not unhealthy but not "into fitness" either. I figure being disciplined that way is great , but for me life is too short and I have fatigue related issues so have little endurance for sports , I do enough exercise as it is. But disgust at your partners eating habits can also bring discord, you sneer at his tofu burger and vegan latte, he laughs at your beef burger and triple chocolate dessert. I am more likely to dress casual so a g

 Cookies and Cream are my secret weapon. I sat around one day in my dark aviator style sunglasses and a fashionable scarf just watching people go by. People watching they call it. Women around me writhed and breathed alone or in couples or groups looking uncomfortable. Holding in their stomachs they pushed salads or 'healthy options' around their white China plates in the cafe I often frequented. The sound of cutlery against the plates was almost deafening. They looked pained and uncomfortable, mentally calorie counting and attempted to look happy. I noticed a few like me, normal but attractive women, sure we were not read thin and reading the latest fashion magazine or wearing unscuffed shoes and maybe some dark roots were showing in our still very acceptable hairstyles. The laughter lines deeply etched into our faces were natural, not caked with brand name layers of makeup or some weird new miracle potion sourced from a third world country and costing an arm and a leg to buy