Listen to this story:

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Janice Bartley.

I live in the Bronx, New York.

This is my friend Alex and she’s going to help me tell my story to you tonight.

I want people to see me as a bright, intelligent, and, of course, a sexy woman.  

My story is about my first real relationship. 

It was in the summer in New Jersey at a camp called Camp Oakhurst, I used to go there to swim and do activities.

One day, I was hanging out with my friends in the dining hall.  I noticed an older guy with black hair and a great smile.

He was an Italian stallion. 

I was looking at him, he was looking at me.

He was checking me out.

During the next two weeks, we talked a lot and we got to know each other.

We laughed and we had a good time.

On our last night, we had our first kiss, and let me tell you, it was good!

It made me feel good because I was 26 years old and I never had a boyfriend.

It also made me sad because I might not see him again.

After I got home, I kept thinking about him.

A week later, the phone rang, it was him! 

I was excited, I was happy, I was dancing!

After that, we started dating.

We went out to movies, out to eat, he’d come and pick me up in.

His car and we’d park.

After a while, we got pretty serious.

It was really good.

Finally we started talking about sex.

I thought it would never happen, but one day he asked me to spend the night for New Year’s Eve.

I thought oh my God, because I was still living with my parents and he was older than me.

So I wrote a letter to my mom.

I told my mom he was having a party and people were staying over, and that I would be sleeping on the couch.

But I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping on the couch.

My mom said, okay, you could go.

My sister and my home attendant drove me to his house.

On the way to his house. I was excited, happy, and anxious. My heart was going boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom because I knew it was going to be my first everything.

I was worried that I could please him.

And that he could please me.

When we arrived to his house, his house was beautiful and everything was in place. 

His dining room was set up so amazing. 

He had  a bottle of wine and he prepared seafood for me.

And being the man that he is, he invited my sister and my home attendant to have dinner with us and everything was magnifico!

After dinner, we moved to the living room and had conversation. 

It was nice, but my heart was still boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

I looked at him and he looked at me, and I could read his mind.

After a while, my home attendant and my sister were out of there.

I won’t go into details, but I will tell you this. It was the best New Years I ever had.

I want people to know that even though I have a disability I can still move. 

I also realized that someone could see me for the real woman that I am and not just my disability.

Thank You