Arthritis hits you all over and I’ve got it in my fingers, too. I had one man ask me out on a date. He stood beside me and talked about how my hair was always perfect and he would like to take me to lunch. As we parted, I threw up my hand to wave good-bye. He looked at my hand in horror because of my arthritic fingers and he hasn’t spoken to me since.
A former boyfriend said to me, “If you fingers pointed any more to the left, you would fall over.” We don’t see each other anymore.
You just have to love these honest male reactions. And take from them what you will. My fingers cook and type well and they are learning to crochet. I really wish they looked different, but you get what you get and you make the best of it.