I confess to having let my internet-sex correspondence lapse. Partially because of a lack of time and partially because of a lack of interest. There is also an unsettling creepiness about picking up online. It seems so mercenary, there is such a lack of personality involved. At least in a bar you can feign a personal interest in me. Which, given that I don't have overly high standards, is more than enough attention.
In an unsettling turn of events, I think the husband may be on to me. Mr Ashley Madison # 3 is sending me emails that are eerily familiar. It is cheesy like the husband, it has appalling spelling like the husband, and there is just something there. When I read them and the things he is saying and the questions he is asking - it is exactly what the husband would say to draw me out. I checked the profile and he also identifies as the same height and weight - although the age is different. I wonder if I am being snaked?
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