Tonight, accompanied by a solid sense of self-judgement, I went on AshleyMadison.com. It is uber-creepy. No less than eight different men messaged me, some with a simple hello and some with...well, substantially more. My surprise at this might inspire one to ask, "well, what did YOU THINK was going to happen. Which is, I suppose, a valid point.
AshleyMadison.com is not particularly interesting or intriguing. The bottom line is: these men have no idea who I am, what I look like, what I think, or who I might be. It is not as though they are looking at me from across a room and thinking "she has a nice smile" or "she is a pretty girl" or "she looks smart." They are trolling, online for hours, looking for anyone. The fact that they are not interested in me, even in that incredibly superficial first glance kind of way, is a huge turnoff.
That being said, I did have a brief chat with one very nice gentleman (the only one I even responded to, actually), which had a promising, interesting nature to it. I did not give him my real name (although he gave me his, or so he says...) but I did give him my anonymous, just for naughty-business, email address. We will see, we will see.
The funniest thing I found on AshleyMadison.com: I was reading the profile of one gentleman and under interests he listed "classical music" and "spanking". Classical music and spanking. Classical Music. And. Spanking. I am still giggling a little...
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Ashley Madison eh? Sounds like a modelling company.
I look forward to where you go next: perhaps penis cages are in your future home life?
Could say ditto to everything you've written. Apparently so could many other women. Thanks for your eloquence.
So if I rent a love shack, will you split the rent? Could just be a great escape pad for studying and working -- sort of an office -- a SHE office, where we're the bosses!! (or not)
Scheduling might necessitate me purchasing a cell phone - egads! The Luddite side of me still resisting change.
Hey, I like this idea.... a little pied a terre, with a "do not disturb" sign for the doorhandle.
the-unfaithful-housewife in training.
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