College is a time for experimenting, right? I had always wondered, so I thought that I would give it a try. I decided to use crutches instead of my wheelchair on a date. A movie date. I suggested a tearjerker, trying to show my sensitive side. All went well until nature called. It was near the end of the movie. So, after finishing, I sat in the back row to meet her afterwards. She drove us back to my apartment. I invited her in. Four of my five roommates were home. She came in, but left rather quickly. After walking her out to her car, I could hear hysterical laughter from the apartment. Once inside, through cries of laughter, one of the roommates beckoned me to a full-length mirror and motioned for me to turnaround. There I saw four to five squares of two-ply hanging from my shorts. I have been loyal to my wheelchair since. Needless to say, there was no second date.