Page 2 of Size Game

After a while my browsing leads me to the dark web of online-dating sites. There are so many options for apparently all kinds of people: kinky sites, Asian sites, larger-women sites, larger-men sites, large tits, large dicks, even specific interests like anime, photography, or games.

I keep scrolling and scrolling through the sea of sites, a bit scared to ever actually click on one. I sit back in my chair and press my palms against my forehead. I let out a deep sigh, then grab my mouse and click on a random link.

When I look back at the screen I see a giant eggplant. Eggplant? What is the eggplant for? Then I look at the rest of the screen and realize the vegetable is supposed to stand in for theLin the wordFLICK. I ponder this term for a moment and continue to peruse the site. It says it’s the most popular dating site for hookups and flings, and even has a phone app.

With a shrug, I pull out my phone and download the app. I start to make my profile and answer a few questions because apparently that’s what you do. After putting in information for a while, I’m able to begin my search.

Some of the women on the app are definitely not for me. I don’t think I could bring home a woman with more metal on her face than a robot. I’m sure she’ll find someone, but not me. After denying a few women, it starts showing me women that may be more my style.

I take my time looking over their pictures and profiles and reading about the mysterious women of FLICK. After sifting through a few profiles, I end up on a page about this woman who plans parties. If someone can plan a party, she must be fun, right?

I peruse her pictures, and I can’t help but find myself attracted to her. She seems tall and a bit curvier than I thought I would like. After all the stories from Phil about how gorgeous all those thin, bendy strippers are, I guess I figured that thin women were the pretty ones. Really, I hadn’t given it much thought since I was never looking around for myself.

This woman looks great, though. Her smile is fantastic. She has gorgeous long curly hair that drapes over her shoulders. Her eyes draw me in, and I feel like I could get lost in them. I thought I’d be scared of getting lost in someone else’s eyes, but I’m not. I flip through her pictures a few more times before finally getting the courage to send her a message. It’s a quick message, but it’s a start.

I don’t expect much to come of this. I’ve been out of the dating scene for so long that I can’t even remember what courtship is like. Do women even like getting flowers and chocolates anymore? Can I take them on trips out to upstate New York where we can hike and cuddle in a tent? I hope so, because that’s all I can think of to do.

Although, I could take Phil’s route and throw singles at them when they remove articles of clothing. Despite Phil’s storytelling, I don’t think he’s actually taking home as many as he says. So, I’ll stick with the old-timey romance and not throw dollars at them.

I get back to work, typing away on a report about some gadget set to be released in a few months overseas. When Phil and I started this company, we never thought it would get this big. We thought it would be a cool idea to play video games all day, and back in college that was our life.

Then we started putting together a system that allowed you to view your game screen in first person. It made first-person shooters even more realistic, and people loved it. We had people over at our frat house all the time just to play the shooters. It wasn’t long after that we went into business together and made our first big score.

Now, we’re here. We’re billionaires living in Manhattan, expanding our products to other countries and watching it all from skyscrapers. Sometimes I miss being down in the workshops, actually putting the gadgets together. But Phil says it’s better for us to be the brains of the business and hire others to be the workforce.

About an hour goes by and my phone buzzes. I almost jump out of my seat as it vibrates on my desk. No one calls me, let alone texts me excepts Phil and Imelda, and Phil is down the hall. It must be Imelda. My face goes white as I reach for my phone. Something must be wrong.

As soon as I look at the screen and see that it’s a reply from the girl on FLICK, I allow myself to breathe.

Hey. Thanks for messaging me. My name’s Claire, btw.

B-T-W? What does that mean? It takes me a second to realize it means “by the way” and respond back.

Hi, I’m Alex.

So, are you going to send me a dick pic or just tell me that you wanna see my tits?

What??

That’s all you want, right?

No. No. Not at all. Is that really how men act on these things?

If you have to ask, you can’t be that bad.

Thank you, I think.

Ok, this woman is definitely a bit testy, but I like her sassiness. Our messaging continues and I ask her about her experiences on FLICK. Honestly, I am a bit surprised that anyone would dare start a conversation with a picture of their genitalia. That just seems downright disgusting.

She sends a virtual laugh when I tell her that, and it makes me smile. Who knew that some so simple as an “LOL” could make me smile.

We continue talking and I tell her that I’m not looking for anything serious. She tells me that that’s just perfect; she too is only looking for a quick fling. I don’t know what it is, but I want to meet her. Maybe it’s just that this is something new and exciting, but I want to do it.

Would you be willing to meet up sometime soon?

There’s a dance club over on 7th that just opened a few weeks ago.

I’ll meet you there. Friday?