Free Finding Her Soldier (BBW, Military Erotic Romance) by Haley Nix

Chapter One
     
    Online dating. I’d always been reluctant to try it. Ugh,
was I really stooping this low? But my friends all told me it wasn’t so bad. A
lot of the guys they met on there were actually pretty great. That’s what they said ,
anyways. I sipped a glass of wine as I filled out my profile. Choose a screen
name, write about my hobbies and interests, favorite movies, music, food, etc. Six
things I can’t live without .
    If I was being honest, I should put sex as one of
those six things. I hadn’t slept with anyone in a really long time. It was killing me. But I didn’t want to attract the wrong kind of attention; I wasn’t just
here for a one night stand. Sure, a good fuck would be absolutely delightful,
but I didn’t want to wake up alone the morning after. Besides, if I was just in
it for casual sex I could find that at any bar late on a Saturday night.
    Then I got to a tough question: Body Type .
Ugh, what were my options here? I scanned them, Athletic, Skinny, Average, etc.
Always a sore spot for me, thinking about my body type. If I was being honest here ,
I’d have to choose Curvy. I sighed. Did that decrease my chances of meeting
someone? I hoped not, but sometimes it seemed like it did.
    It’s not necessarily that guys weren’t attracted to
me physically, but sometimes my self-confidence was shockingly low. I rarely
came out of my shell for that reason, and the bubbly, sassy personality that I
had around my friends was hardly ever on display around strangers, especially
if there were hot guys.
    Whatever, I’d select “Curvy” and see what happened.
There was no use lying about that, especially when it would be quite obvious
that I was a curvy girl as soon as anyone viewing my profile took a look at my
pictures. I’d just have to go with the flow and see what happened.
    Before I could set my profile live, I had to answer
a bunch of questions, supposedly to help me find my match. I laughed cynically
to myself. As if some computer could help you find true love, as if it could
calculate some number that made sense of the chemistry that either did or
didn’t exist between two people. But answering the questions was actually
pretty fun, and after a while I started getting really into it. Even if it
didn’t work perfectly, it still might be pretty interesting. No reason to take
myself too seriously here, it was freaking online dating, after all.
    After I was done with the questions, I could finally
begin scoping out some of the guys on the site. But before that happened, I
started getting a barrage of messages in my inbox. Most of them rather blunt
and rude, a lot of guys wanting to know if I was “DTF” or if I “wanted to
chill.” Ugh, were there any real men left in the world, ones who knew how to
treat a woman right? Sometimes I didn’t think so.
    I got nicer messages of course, but a lot of them
were from these real nerdy sort of guys. I like a guy with some bulk, big
muscles and a great smile. I yawned, putting my hand up to my mouth. I looked
in the corner of my computer at the little clock and saw that it was past
midnight. Damn, I can’t believe I wasted two hours on this thing, I thought to
myself.
    I closed my laptop and got up from the couch to get
ready for bed. The world of online dating would have to go on without me. I for
one would be heading to bed for the night. I had a long work day ahead of me
tomorrow and I couldn’t afford to stay up any later than I already had.

Chapter Two
 
    Waking op the next morning was a drag, as usual.
Somehow the power had gone out the night before so my alarm clock didn’t work.
When I checked my phone to see what time it was, I found out that I was almost
twenty minutes behind on my normal morning schedule.
    I had a quick breakfast of toast and coffee and
hopped in the shower. In the rush of it all, I made it to work only about ten
minutes late. Not bad actually, all things considered.
    My boss was being a hard-ass as usual though. I