"Big Guys for Girls..." Jason read, rubbing his chin (and his belly with his free hand, which was starting to become a sort of unknowing habit). Part of him was nervous, signing up for something like this. After all, no girls are into big guys, are they?

But hell, he was already deciding to go for it! Whatever it was, mind you! So he signed up, found his best picture to put online (a picture of him from last summer, girls like blue swim trunks, right? He had been smaller then, but that shouldn't matter...) and then started to browse for possible dates. He mumbled the names, some which were clearly screen names (Fat Digger) and some genuine names (Beverly Mann).