[ RF ] You are set up on a blind date with a person who you badly bullied for 10 years in school .

Oh, come on. Everyone wants to be special. Let ’ s be completely honest here. 
 
 The respect. The admiration. The perks. 
 
 Whatever you do, wherever you are, people treat you differently. They open doors for you, they let you jump ahead of them in a line, they listen intently when you speak. 
 
 *He* got all of that special treatment. It pissed me off. I wanted in. 
 
 I wanted to be special too. 
 
 If the only way for me to do that was to treat him differently, I would. 
 
 It started out innocently enough. Whenever he answered a question, I ’ d laugh. I ’ d get glares from the other girls in class – his fan club – but I really didn ’ t care. How shallow and boring, I thought, to treat someone so kindly just because of how he looked. 
 
 I ’ ll admit it. The first time I saw him, my jaw dropped as well. I got over it though. I prevailed. I came in victorious. I knocked some sense into myself. And him as well. 
 
 God, that was a fun day. 
 
 I remember frantically running into the ladies, hiding in one of the cubicles before anyone had found out that I may or may not have broken his nose. How I managed to pull that off, I don ’ t know. He always had some chick by his side. For some reason, the guys in my class seemed okay with this. They never got jealous or annoyed. 
 
 I looked down at my bloody knuckles and wiped it off with my skirt. For the remainder of the day, I just pretended I was leaking again. No big deal. He got sent home and only came back two weeks later. 
 
 He never told anyone, no matter what I did – pull his hair, slap his face, force him to beat off. I guess it was because he was as retarded as I was. He understood me, and nobody else has been able to since. 
 
 I ’ ve been trying. Really. I want to find that special someone. 
 
 In fact, I ’ m at some nice cafe right now waiting for my date. 
 
 I don ’ t know who he is, but a blind date sounds awfully special. Right up my alley. The kind of guy I ’ d totally be... 
 
 “ It can ’ t be ”, I hear. 
 
 I look up. My jaw drops. It's *him*. 
 
 When did he get out of his wheelchair?
