"Men are like parking spaces; all the good ones are either taken or handicapped." I'm handicapped. Wanna park?
I'm also over 210 pounds, but working on it. I had to cut back but I do short workouts 34 times a week and ride about 10 miles a day (between stationary bike and my adult trikeSchwinn, not Harley). 5'6" short. Not much I can do about that. I walk with a stick, hand made for me by the animal control officer where I used to live in Rockport, MA. You choose who I lie with. I don't dance (don't ask me"). I have cerebellar degeneration (Hereditary Ataxia). The part of the brain that coordinates muscles is rotting, but most other things work. I don't drive nor work any longer. I moved down to Florida to live with my mother after my father died. I love music and concerts, conversations and cuddling as well or more than just fun.
I know I'm nobody's perfect man. I try not to have expectations. We humans judge too much, I think. I've always been told I'm unlike other men. I make no such claims and I never quite know if that's an insult or a compliment, but the adventurous will meet me and find out if that's true or not or good or bad.