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More Than Enough

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ChaShiree M

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I don’t expect to find love. Especially on a dating site. But I long for companionship. Someone to laugh with, talk to and maybe, just maybe, they won’t be too disgusted to touch me. But miracles like that don’t happen.


Well apparently, they do on ‘Let’s Try Love’. Or that’s what it feels like every time I am with him.

I found him there.

Fell in love day by day.

But I can’t help wondering……Do people really find true love in dating sites?


I decided love wasn’t for me. Ladies want glamour, material things and stuff I will never be able to afford.

My mom had other plans.

After finding my Goddess on Let’s Try Love, I decided to through caution to the wind and go after what I wanted.

Her. Everyday. For the rest of our lives.

I just hope she believes me. Because no matter what she says.

She is MINE!

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My fingers brace over the keyboard, heart pounding, mind racing, and nerves dwindling with each second, I don’t type. It is my current state of being in the moment. I had heard about the ‘Let’s Try Love’ dating site from a lady at work, who supposedly has a cousin that met her now husband on said site. You know how these things go. It’s always a friend of a friend of someone else. Although skeptical, I have nothing to lose at this point. Let’s be honest; anything is better than the weirdos my best friend Crystal keeps trying to hook me up. Can’t be that bad you say. OK!!

The first guy was sweet when we communicated over the phone. We ended up talking for about a week, about any and everything. For some reason, I ignored the fact that he kept asking about my weight and the kind of sweets I liked. I assumed he was trying to make certain I wasn’t one of those girls he would take to dinner and order a salad minus the dressing and the meat. When we did finally go out, he took me to a place called Le Chocolat. I was slightly confused because I was pretty sure they only served dessert. But hey, what did I know?

When we got to the restaurant, and after receiving the menu, my original assessments confirmed. I decided to go along with it since I was there already. After we ordered, things took a swift turn when he tried to feed me fondue dipped pound cake. I politely told him no thank you, but he insisted again. In my mind, I am thinking, ‘Ok AraLynn, he is trying to be sweet. Let him be sweet’ so I ate the cake from his hand.

It was weird enough as it was, but when he moaned and began to shake as the cakes devoured in my mouth, I began to freak out on the inside. I quickly glance around to see if anyone was watching us. I mean in a way I wanted witnesses. There needed to be people who could say I was there in case he takes me out back, chops me up, and eats me. At the same time, I didn’t want people seeing how low I had stooped in the dating pool.

As I turned around to face him, I was running through excuses in my head on ways to get out of here as fast as possible. Instead, I am met with a slice of pie in my face.

“You said you like chocolate. See the frosting. Lick it. I want nothing more than to see you lick it for me. Oh god. Your little tongue is peeking out and licking the frosting with your chubby cheeks all rosy because you love it. Oh yes.”

Oh no!!! Standing immediately, I pushed my chair back so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. There was no way I was saying anything to him. I grabbed my purse and hightailed it out of there like my thong was on fire. I had almost made it to the door when I am stopped by a moan. It not a single moan mind you, but a chorus of moans. I paused to find the source. What I saw was…. I don’t know how to describe it. All around me there were plus size women with men feeding them food. Not only were the men feeding them, but the women and the men were also getting off on it.

I had no idea what alternate universe I was in, but I wanted out.

When I finally made it home, I called Crystal and gave her a piece of my mind. I don’t judge people and feel everyone is entitled to their kinks. But seriously, I have been reduced to Fideism?!

That wasn’t the last time she tried to hook me up.

The final straw was when she introduced me to a man named Hector. We texted and talked over the phone, and everything was normal. He seemed rather ‘boring’ if you will, which was a relief. One night he detailed how our first date would be, and his request had the wheels turning.

“Just don’t wear open-toed shoes or flats with rounded or pointed toes.” WTF. Deciding to reserve my concern for a second, I simply asked him why. His response…… “Well, I have plenty of time to see your feet later. Right? Just not on the first date.” And with that statement, I’m done. The date never happened, and Crystal was banned from playing matchmaker for me ever again. I did tell her I thought it’s a reflection of her, that every guy she tried to match me with has had some weird fetish or another.

She didn’t find that funny.

It is now a year later since all that craziness, and I am ready to find…someone. I would love to get married, have babies, and live a HEA. But in this day and age of videos, exercise fanatics, and girls that don’t eat, no one is going to want a size 16 wife. One with a soft, pudgy stomach, nonetheless. So, I will settle for a companion. Someone I can go to the movies with, maybe snuggle during a movie marathon at home, and talk to on the phone. Hopefully to even feel a bit… feminine. Having sex would be awesome, but I’m not holding my breath.