When I first believed that JM might not have been entirely truthful with me, I began an investigation. I searched through the Chicago area newspapers for an obituary. I looked not only for men with the same last name as I'd been given, but I looked for any that had been survived by a son and daughters...
I had a friend who gave me access to the DMV records for Texas. JM had a fairly common name, so looking just under the name was not enough, but I knew JM's birthday. When telling him all about my father's death, I had mentioned the first heart attack on January 28 and he had exclaimed that that was his birthday. I felt sure because of the excited utterance, that he had been truthful in that. I found that he had given me his real name, but that he was five years younger than I, not the ten years indicated in his profile.
If a man will lie about something so trivial as his age, what would stop him from lying about anything else. I became obsessed with knowing. I became creative. I forgot grief and became alive.
WARNING: THE STUNT DESCRIBED BELOW WAS PERFORMED BY A FOOL. DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS AT HOME.
I opened an introductory account with AOL. I created an exploratory (my term, not theirs) account on the dating site. I adjusted preferences and descriptions until I had mutually matched JM to a T. My exploratory profile was number 1 on his match list and he was number 1 on mine. Then I scrapped that profile and went shopping for pictures. I found just what I needed on the JC Penney online catalog. I harvested several pictures of a sweet and sexy looking blonde model in different clothes and different poses and I gave birth to a cyber babe. That's right, I set up a fake account. I had entered into the the world of playing games.
There was an email from JM in my mailbox before I had even finished entering my credit card to purchase a three month subscription for my cybervixen. In previous recitations of my story, JM was the only man with whom I corresponded, but since I am confessing here, I shamefully admit that I played with other men. I quickly made JM a friend and made Cigi's pictures available only to friends, but I had become intoxicated with that rush of adrenaline that comes from being rabidly desired.and Cigi had several friends. Besides, I needed something to occupy my time when I had to keep JM waiting on replies. I had to make him believe he was only one of many who was attracted to my cybersweetie. I could rationalize using these men. They were probably playing the same game. Yeah -- that was it.
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