Becoming His Muse

Prologue

O lani looked over the screen of her laptop one final time.

In all honesty, she was stalling, and she knew it.

Part of it was because she knew what she was doing was out there, farfetched by normal standards, and would likely yield nothing tangible.

The other part was because she couldn’t believe that she was actually thinking about going through with it.

She’d created a simple website that she was now debating on publishing; she even planned to start a social media page to advertise it, albeit anonymously. The last thing she wanted was for her name to be tied to it, especially with the purpose she hoped it served.

This was ridiculous, stupid even. Not to mention dangerous, but she supposed that it was no more dangerous than conventional online dating and people did that all the time.

Getting up from her couch, she went into the kitchen and picked up the bottle of wine she’d started when she arrived home after the idea first hit her.

Pouring the rest of it into her glass, she leaned against the bar, drinking it.

Contemplating on whether or not she was going to hit that publish button.

Whether or not she would go through with the spur-of-the-moment idea that stemmed from another lousy failed date.

There had to be a better way to find suitable people to date and build a future with. She wanted someone who shared her interests and was looking for the same things. For her, that included marriage. Those thoughts went through her head when the idea came to her on her drive home.

She could create her own dating site and have a pool of candidates to choose from.

Sure, those signing up would assume there were multiple women on the site, but that was a problem for sober her.

Besides, it wasn’t like she would advertise that there were a plethora of women, just that men could send in their profiles.

Downing the rest of her wine, she mumbled fuck it, under her breath and returned to her living room, plopping down heavily onto her couch.

She pressed publish on the website. Then, made a page for it on different social media sites and paid their advertising fees to have it pushed out over their systems.

Olani knew she would probably regret this in hindsight. There would likely be nothing but weirdos who submitted to the site, if anyone did at all. And while she knew it was a bizarre idea, it could yield results. Whether they would be positive or not was another story.

As she looked at the screen, she was very tempted to delete the posting she’d just sent out.

To delete it all, really, as the words housed on it stared back at her.

A new social site for singles looking to skip the lengthy dating process and settle down with someone whose goals, likes, and values mirror their own.

Currently open to all men. Gentlemen, fill out your husband applications today.

Olani closed the screen on her laptop, took it, and placed it on her bookshelf.

Going back into the kitchen, she pulled another bottle of wine from her wine fridge only to put it back.

She was sure she didn’t need any more liquid courage that night.

Instead, she decided to head into her bathroom and run a nice hot bubble bath because she had a feeling she was in for a long week.