Rule One of Men's Group - don't talk about Men's Group.
Rule Two - It's more important what a person says than how long it takes him to say it.
Rule Three - There is no cure, so we are what we are, where we are, doing the best we can, until we can't.
Rule Four - We all agree that having MS does not make you a babe magnet.
Rule Five - Python's Ministry of Silly Walks has got nothing on us.
I never really had a group of "guys", you know, like you see on television? They all gather at a local pub, diner, and have witty repartee that someone else writes and gives them. Plus they solve the problem of the week in less than 25 minutes. I was thinking what it might be like if a group of guys with MS might be like in such as situation....
Sit com guys (Age 20-30, amazingly employed and living in large apartments in NYC [or version thereof], always finding a parking space, and drinking generic beer, or actually just having the beer in front of them)
MS guys (Age 50 or so, maybe married or not, lucky if they can still work, find a handicapped parking space that is anywhere near where you want to be, and careful of drinking anything that will result in yet another pill interaction or more frequent urination.)
Enter lovely redhead, slim and attractive, going to the bar on her own. Both groups stop. Each selects their representative. They approach.
Sit com guy: "Hey, I know you just got here, but I thought you would find it a lost night without a ride in my Beemer. You'll never be lost again."
MS guy: "My car just got a brand new lift in it. Yeah. Soft and comfy. Room for five, as long as everyone sits in the back and you don't mind if you drive. Free ride on the ramp, if you'd like. Up and down, up and down."