Checking out her Findr account

Arron picked up her phone from the counter and scrolled through her social media accounts, pausing to look at the messages that Dave had sent earlier in the week, a noticeable blush creeping over her face despite what they had already done. Even the messages from William had been amusing to her. Both men were very much interested in a relationship with her for one thing or another...but was she looking for a relationship right now? Especially since, well, the one big thing that prevented such a thing from moving forward was very much up front if she did a full frontal.

Best not to think about it and kill a buzz she was feeling.

Arron picked up her glass of wine and clicked on her Findr profile, a dating site that allowed people to set up meet-and-fucks, or hookups...whatever the kids called it these days, and despite her initial reservations, she had agreed with Sarah to set up a profile. It wasn't anything too special, she wasn't looking for anyone close by, and they had been extra discrete in making sure that it was only accessible for people who had created an account and had a paid access to the site. Arron also didn't want to pull any punches and catch a chaser or get in dating dramas by not revealing what she actually was, a transwoman, though the two of them had a discussion if she really was or wasn't one.

Sip.

The account had been active for the past 3 weeks and she had scrolled through the various people on the site, swiping left on a few and swiping right on several others. The ones that sent dick pics, she immediately laughed at the somewhat adequate size of their junk and blocked them (also reported it to the site admins, who promptly terminated their account without appeal...a nice gesture, if she had to say something about it.)

Over the past several days, she was actively chatting with several men who lived in areas surrounding the city, each was also not actively looking for a relationship though, she suspected, they wouldn't be adverse to stumbling into one either. She pulled up the first profile...

Gregory Morrison, age 42, he was tall, maybe 6'5", and easily 240...very athletic but also loved to talk about his dogs and she had fun talking to him.

The second profile belonged to Tyrese Okombe, also 42, a bit shorter at 6'3", loved working out and playing ball. He wasn't looking for a relationship, having just gotten out of one, but the account had been set up by his friends to get him out on the dating scene again. She couldn't blame him for that.

The third one belonged to Bruce Hawke, 41 years old, 6'4", a somewhat reclusive ladies man from his pics. He came across as wanting to meet women but didn't know how. From his looks, Arron mused, she didn't exactly understand how he didn't have pussy all the time.

There were others she had saved but those three were among the most consistent, they would exchange messages daily and she had laughed a lot with each of them. Looking at the clock and seeing it was only 6 p.m., the night was young and tomorrow was Saturday, she finished nursing her wine and then set the glass down.