Phenomaman found himself in a moment of introspection, pondering the choices he had made in his romantic pursuits. In the past, he had gravitated towards partners who were strong, slim, and athletic—people who could easily keep up with his fast-paced lifestyle. But looking back at his track record, it seemed clear that maybe a change was in order. As he considered his options, thoughts swirled in his mind: Was he too fixated on blondes? Had he always preferred partners who were fiercely independent? Perhaps that was the issue—maybe they left him because they didn’t need him.

So, what if he tried someone a little different? Someone more dependent, maybe? Someone who had a few insecurities? He thought about how wonderful it would feel to be the one to lift someone up, to cradle his lover in his arms and make them feel cherished. Unfortunately, his last partner, Blonde Blazer, never truly found comfort in his reassurances or even seemed to want them. It might be a little strange to romanticize insecurity, but he couldn't help but see it as a potential strategy for finding the right match.

“Sonar, you seem to get a lot of attention from those who are attracted to you, right?” Phenomaman asked, directing his question at the half-bat, half-man who was casually munching on a mouse.

“Pfft. Yeah man, all the time.” Sonar replied without missing a beat, leaning back against the lounge counter with a self-satisfied smirk as he regarded Phenomaman. The taller hero cleared his throat, gathering his thoughts. “I could really use some advice... about my type,” he said, tilting his head slightly in contemplation. “I think it’s time for a change of pace. Who do you think would fit someone like me?”

Sonar let out a small burp and then grinned widely, pulling out his phone and inching closer to Phenomaman so he could see the screen. “Oh, definitely big bitches” he exclaimed, his enthusiasm palpable.

Phenomaman furrowed his brows in confusion. “Why are they... bitches?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.

Sonar blinked, then waved his hand dismissively. “Ehhh, it’s just a saying. But seriously, you could totally score a big girl. They’re warm and comforting.” he said, pulling up photos of several models, showcasing their confidence and beauty.

This seemingly simple conversation shifted Phenomaman’s entire perspective. He found himself envisioning someone who might be a little insecure, someone he could shower with affection and reassurance, reminding them how much he adored them as he held onto and squeezed every love handle affectionately. He pictured someone who would lean on him as he lifts them easily, someone shy and unused to receiving such attention—qualities he found utterly endearing.

Oh god. It dawned on him that he really was interested in someone big and beautiful.

And now, here he was, waiting on a hinge date with you, tapping his fingers on the table as he anticipated your arrival.