Editor’s note: Lovefraud received the following story from a woman who we’ll call Lorraine. She is 51 years old and lives in Australia. The name of the man she was involved with has been changed.
I became involved with David, 49, after joining up to the dating site in September last year when I was emotionally down after a divorce and being on my own for awhile. I have heard both good and bad stories about online romances and was fully aware of women being ripped off financially. Well that was never going to happen to me, for I am too smart for that. But quite clearly not too smart for being taken emotionally.
Within days of placing my profile complete with photo of myself I had received lots of requests for contact by men, most not suitable at all. Amongst the requests was one from a man whose profile was flawless. A person professionally employed with a good Christian background. Fit and healthy and having a teenage daughter in his care much of the time.
I accepted his contact request and we clicked straight away. Had lots in common, both employed in the medical profession, both had three children, he three grown daughters, me — three grown sons. Both loved walking, cycles, the outdoors, markets, gardening, same type of music. We chatted merrily away, night after night for hours, about anything and everything including things one only tells one’s closest friends.
For three weeks, until one nice pleasant but very quiet weekend afternoon, I went online and he was there. He said it would be nice to meet and have my company for a chat for an hour before he collected his daughter from his ex-wife’s. Sounded safe enough. And it was. I even thought he was nicer in person. When I left he asked if he could give me a kiss, and I accepted the small peck on the cheek. How lovely. What a gentleman, I thought. It left me wanting to see him again. The second time a week later when he invited me to his house he had lovely mood candles burning, a gorgeous meal prepared and the right soft music on. And there was that chemistry between us and he told me that he thought I was “hot.”
Notch on the bedpost
Very romantic and easy to communicate with. I was on another planet. But also I was vulnerable and found myself really liking and trusting David. And as the evening went by one thing led to another! Just perfect. Who could ask for anything more!
But make no mistake, once I had become a notch on his bedpost the conquest was over for him. The game had been played. And he was already well on his way in grooming his next victim online.
I know he is very selective, he picks only good, honest women with high morals, that way there are far less risks for him. And he told me nothing. Zero. He just stopped communicating with me. End of story.
I was left totally and utterly shattered and emotionally scarred by it. I saw him online chatting to others but he refused to acknowledge me.
So I chose to confront him personally. I jumped in my car and I drove the one hours drive to his place. (I knew he was home because he was online chatting to someone else at 10 p.m. but would not return my request for contact.) He was shocked to see me — totally. He could not look me in the face. He fidgeted and behaved much the same as a naughty boy who has been caught out but was too scared to admit it. He tried to maintain composure. He said that he is grieving for his mother who is dying from cancer. And that there isn’t anyone else and that he just wanted to be by himself. Then he stated that I was intelligent, good-looking and will find someone else. And he added, “We’ll both be fine. Everything will be alright.”
Talking with other women
The first time I initially had contact with David last year and after a couple of weeks chatting online he suggested communicating through MSN via internet email as it is more personal and that I didn’t need to go on the dating site to communicate as they are full of strange people wanting contact. He then hid his profile and I thought maybe I was special because he had given me his undivided attention. He then removed me from his “contacts” on the dating site.
But when I checked the online dating site, usually very late at night, there he was online, no doubt conversing to other women. I do recall in about the second week of chatting to him on the net and before I actually met him that David mentioned that he was on some type of suicide watch for a friend and may need to go in a hurry. Well that call came and he said he had to go and help his friend in need. The next evening on the net I remember him referring to it when asked by me, he said that it was a long, long night. “Someone was drunk in their car, and there were lots and lots of tears. But everything would be alright,” he said.
I was not to know then just how significant this was until weeks later when going over things again and again in my head. It all fell into place.
“Lots and lots of tears” obviously meant female. And I have now worked out that this female was likely a person he became involved with as he began chatting to me online. When her usefulness ceased, that is, he achieved his notch on the bedpost, he told her their relationship would not work. Yet another poor deluded soul, led to think there could be more but let down in a cold, callous and calculating manner.
Life lesson
So from all of this I strongly felt that David needed to be taught a real life lesson. Users on these dating sites are real life people with real feelings and emotions. I felt he needed to hurt, and in exactly the same way he was hurting vulnerable women who would open up to him — like myself.
Does not matter if you think you are the sharpest tool in the toolbox. If you are new to these dating sites — beware. You are raw meat. Ready for the taking. Long time players will regularly scour the new additions and quickly request contact before others do.
Read more: Online seduction and the dangers of online dating
Then when I began to play him at his own game I was terrified he would catch on straight away, as I find it near impossible to lie and keep a straight face. But remember that online, on internet dating sites, all that is being conveyed is around 25 percent of the actual communication.
The other person cannot see you, or you them. And I know that body language counts for around 75 percent of what is being conveyed. Could I do this? Could I carry off the lie? Well as it happened — yes, I could. Wasn’t as difficult as I thought. If he could see me he would have known, but he couldn’t.
I became Jo
I placed a new profile on the dating site and became “Jo” in late January 2010, and made up a background similar to my own. I felt myself writing what I knew he would want to hear. I needed him to take the bait. And he did. Almost instantly. It only confirmed to me what I had already discovered over recent months that did not quite add up.
David’s first contact with Jo was the day after his mother, whom he supposedly adored, died. Strange behaviour when one is grieving! Chatting on line for one hour to “Jo,” whom he knew nothing about, yet telling her that he had no one to hug!!!!!!
Then telling Jo that he has been on the site for over two years and hasn’t had any luck, and hasn’t had a date in 14 years! I thought and what about me, or the others, whom he just so readily discarded!!! Liar!
Also in the three weeks of being Jo online, David at no stage asked what line of work Jo was in, or even where Jo lived, which was good in one way, because I did not need to lie, however it did highlight how he was so self-focused.
My aim of playing him at his own game was to keep him interested, wanting more, wanting the real deal. Getting him to ask me to his place would be even better as I knew he would go to some length to get it right. Mood candles, soft music and red wine!
Agreed to meet
It happened just the way I planned on Friday evening, February 12, 2010. Three weeks after chatting to him online and developing a rapport, he was clearly very eager to meet Jo. No less than six times throughout chatting to him on Friday early evening he hinted at Jo meeting him with comments such as, “I had a delivery of wine today — come let’s try one.” “I might ask you over — or let my hormones take over.” “There’s at least seven bottles of red to choose from here — come choose one.” “You deserve a back rub for daring to talk about my mum and how I feel about it — no one else wants to know it happened.”
After stringing him along for awhile, Jo agreed to meet him at his place and he gave a very detailed description of how to get there in exactly the same way he had to me. Jo then left him with the final message of “Looking forward to meeting you. You sound so nice and friendly.” And, “I shall arrive in my nice shiny black convertible, shall I?” And he said, “So off ya go and come on over — much more fun talking than typing.” Of course Jo then did NOT turn up.
At 10:50 that night, David left a message for Jo online: “David wonders what happened to Jo — hope you weren’t snapped up by crocodile, not been fed to a shark — and that you didn’t do this to wind me up — though that would seem very out of character from the chats we had — catch you whenever I s’pose.”
And: “P.S. I would really like to honestly know what happened and why — so please chat and tell me.”
Just perfect, I thought. It would leave him now wondering why and maybe feeling rejected, just like I had.
Advice for Internet dating
Now, my advice to anyone new to any of the Internet dating sites is to first check out how long the other person has been on the site. If more than a few months, beware. Secondly, when you are communicating with someone on these sites, remember you are actually only getting about 25 percent of the communication. You do not see them or their body responses; all you get is a motionless computer screen. Thirdly, it might be wiser and safer to communicate only with other new users, and stay well away from those who have joined many, many months ago or years! Let the alarm bells ring.
When I joined again as Jo several months after the first time, there were again the same large group of men whom had requested contacts with me the first time!!!
In conclusion, David has an obsession with these sites, much the same way as an addict has to gambling or a smoker to smoking. The addiction is either about gaining power over women or is a sex addiction. Yet, in real life David functions at a high level. He does have friends and is quite social, even having a weekly home church group meeting at his house. Yet on the chat line he says he is alone and feels unwanted.
David lives in a fantasy world, in a made up one, when on the Internet. The real sad part of all of this for me is that underneath the entire act David puts on, he seems like a lovely man who is highly confused and has lost his way with reality.
Net addiction
Through personal research I have now found some good sites on the Internet that outline what “net addiction” or “Internet dating addiction” or “cyber-addiction” is. Internet addiction is a growing, serious public health issue. And those that are addicted can be quite callous towards unsuspecting others. America has even considered this cyber-addiction to be included in the DSM V of Mental Health Disorders. It can be seen as the new growing social cancer of our century.
But how David could do this to innocent women, and repetitively, knowing he has three teenage daughters himself, is beyond comprehension. How would he like it if one of his daughters fell foul to someone just like him?
Finally, if my story can just stop this from happening to other females then that is a bonus. If what I did by becoming the player myself hurts him like he has clearly and deliberately hurt many women over a lengthy period of time then I will be very happy indeed. And my job is done.
So regardless of where you live, not just Australia, let the Internet user beware. It could cost you significantly emotionally, which will take you a long time to recover from.
Playing “The Player”
Everyone comes into one’s life for a reason. And I now firmly believe David came into mine because I was the right person to take him on and turn the tables on him. By playing “The Player,” it gave me the chance to regain my self-esteem and confidence and gain some kind of closure. My aim was to show him that one cannot use and emotionally abuse innocent people who initially come online and are often very vulnerable by those who are masters at “the game.”
I think I will stay well away from the Internet dating sites for the time being. I need to heal and become the calm, relaxed person with the happy disposition I was before.
Learn more: Survivor’s guide to healthy people and healthy relationships
Lovefraud originally posted this story on April 2, 2010.
Dear Silvermoon: Yea, still haunting after all these years.
This afternoon all the remnant letters from my long term friend showed up again out from a box where I kept all the birthdaycards, the thank you letters from patients and christmascards. Read his very last letter to me from a distance of 20 years. (I was emptying the box before packing).
I was extremely angry at the time (I finished the relationship after he had left me alone, to celebrate New Years eve with HIS friends, amongst them one of his former lovers, at the other end of the country, while I was moving my apartment and starting the new job in the beginning of january), and I must say with what I know now he was throwing the biggest Pity party imaginable. I could now read the letter with interest but not more, I had no physical reaction, and was able to bin it.
What a relief! And I also threw away the lovebombs from a “cyberlove” I kept for having been flattered (we met once at the very beginning, at a museum, and after that he kept contact wth me, it was strictly cyberspace, but I got very addicted, and ended it after having received a email from a friend of his WIFE who told me that he was a cyberstalker having tons of cyberloves all over the world).
Silver, I also have to compliment you for your very helpful analogies, which have a very invigorating effect (specially the one with the John Hancock example was a big boost for getting these stupid boxes filled!) Thanks a lot!
One, I think you can now leave the “business part” to the lawyer of this boy and lean back to just observe what happens and how Karma will strike! Identitytheft is a big crime in my eyes!!!
As I am VERY curious how things will evolve with the bosses girlfriend in my position. Everybody besides my former boss is VERY unhappy! Hehe!
Towanda to us and our spring cleansing inside and outside. Hope you all have a fabulous sunday!
Well, I have to clarify, NOT haunted anymore, but it took me a whole twenty years to be able to open this special box and get out all the memories. In the Nineties I already had an encounter with a boss of mine when I stood up for a colleague who had been appointed scapegoat. I got severely mobbed after that, but got supported by another boss who liked me and took a stand for me against this other boss. (I came inbetween the lines of two very strong Alpha males, not a very nice position). For the first and hopefully the last time I had to hire a lawyer, and things went on satisfactory for me. It was all in this box! Obviously I had to repeat the class as I did not learn too much from THAT experience.
Libelle ! There you are! Whaoo and closets all cleabed out too!
Glad you enjoyed the post. It is a revolutionary idea after one of these and more so after several that we can be happy instead of tormented.
I confess that in reviewing Kathleens stages, I am out of order because I have gone from recognition to life strategies on the basis of saying no matter what else, I have to figure out what is next.
Damage control – well that is for therapy and I can put that in its box and work on it at will.
I’m housecleaning and mind clearing too.
Its all going to change. It all has changed.
The hard stuff isn’t over -yet. But when it is, that will be a glorious day.
Save a trash bag- I will be moving too.
🙂
Hi, silvermoon, and Libelle!
Can you imagine the pain of discovering your two sweet babies, that you pushed out of your body, brought up with love, caring, devotion, lavishing everything on them,every trip they wanted to make, every riding lesson, ballet lesson,ski trips, etc, heard them their homework each night, read to them in bed, on and on. Now imagine these sweet children are spaths whose pleasure is to torture you, to hate you to gaslight you, to withhold their kids from you{to torture you further,} to lie about you and to you, to fleece you of thousands of dollars with pity ploys and croc tears,who spit in your eye,{figuretively,} dishonour, disrespect you, who trashed your home, exploit you, steal from you over and over, and all this without a SHRED of remorse?Can you imagine the pain?
Thats what Im having to deal with now, that NO they dont love Mummy any more, she is totally expendable to them except as a source of cash. No they dont miss her,love her, or respect her.Or even think about her. THAT is my reality, and its very hard. I have squelched down so much rage and anger and hurt for so long, just to be allowed to see the kids of one of them.{The other has always refused to let me see her 3 kids, now 14, 11, and 2, EVER.never set eyes on them. How wicked is this?}The other one uses them as pawns to torture me with. Somee days I love them, some days I hate them for what they have done. Some days I hav ea hard time believing God is not torturing me. Other days I feel Hes on my side.All the gaslighting, THANK GOD I found out about that!
Before I discovered LF I was really starting to believe thm that I was the crazy one, the mad woman, the “Drama Queen”, to quote my older spath.NO MORE!! When the lid comes off Pandoras box, and all the furies a re released,only Hope is left.And she is blind. Hope for what? That they will suddenly come to their senses and love Mummy?or that I will find the courage to really let them go for GOOD?
The German poet, Rainer maria Rilke put it this way,
“Some time in loving, it is necessary to free oneself from the loved one,
And, quivering, ENDURE,
As the arrow endures the string,
To become, in the gathering outleap,
Something more than itself.
For staying is no-where.”
This is it, to ENDURE. The old Scots word for endure, as in endure pain, hardship, suffering, is to THOLE it. To put up with it, without complaint, without boring everyone shitless with your pain,with a SMILE on your face!
Thanks for listening guys! Love you all. MamaGem.XXX
Gem, where is the fairness in life? I would have killed for a mother like you. Let’s trade. I’ll be your adopted daughter, and I’ll let my narcissistic, abusive mother adopt your daughters. Fair trade?
Hugs,
Star
Fair trade Star!! Cant wait to adopt you! Just send me the adoption papers! {{HUGS!!}}}, Mama gem.XX
Dear Gem,
No, life is not fair! And you did the best you could, but the outcome was not something you could control.
The anger is normal and natural, but if you keep holding on to it, it will eat you alive! Everything you said is right, is true! They are ungrateful hateful wretches, but that isn’t anything you can control, you didn’t cause it, and you can’t cure it, you are doing what you can do, the ONLY thing you can do, and that is to go NO contact physically, but I think (just myu opinion) darling that you need to EMOTIONALLY no contact them.
When you start feeling your blood pressure rise with the anger, STOP: say to yourself. “I am angry, I have a right to be angry, my kids are not what I wish they were, but I can still have a good life even though I am angry and disappointed in how they have turned out.”
LOOK: at the blessings you have
LISTEN: To the love your husband and friends and your new kids have for you.
I know it is hard to let go of anger you have bottled up for so long, but we have to move on to another stage in our grieving. We may come back to anger/bitterness from time to time, but we don’t want to DWELL there. When you find yourself inj that dark valley of dispair, look for the sunny spot up the road and keep your eyes on it and move your feet! Head toward that sunny happy place! ((((Hugs)))))
Dear Gem, I hear your pain! Unfortunately as I am not walking in your shoes, I cannot fathom your pain. I just can say that maybe time will bring a solution as your grandchildren will eventually when they are grown ups discover who you REALLY are, not through the distorted goggles of your daughters. But in the meantime stick to the ones who like you.
In “The song of joy” by Schiller there is the verse: yes, who can call one single soul on earth his own can sing along with us, and who never was able in doing so may sneek away in tears from this group. (it is the verses of Beethoven’s 9th symphony, the hymn of the European Union; not so much happy singing there either lately, unfortunately 😉 )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJ9gA2VbnY8
I am not sure whether your daughters are singing, but I am VERY SURE that you are a very good singer! (((((Hugs))))
Gem, here is a nice translation of the poem.
http://www.ca-in-sapporo.com/interests/beethoven.html
Libelle, Thank you so much! I appreciate all this ! Ive printed out a copy of the trnslation of the Ode to Joy, thanks for that!!
Its beautiful, lovely sentiments.: “He who can call one single soul on earth his own, can sing along with us!”
I am indeed fortunate, as I have at least 3 souls who love me,
David, Abbas, and Roya, my TRUE daughter!
Roya also reminds me of a poem written by a Mother to her adopted daughter, and in part it says,
“never forget, not for one minute,
You didnt grow under my Heart,
But in it!”
This is for you too, Oxy, with your loving stepson.
I also have all my wonderful friends on loveFraud. Who knows, maybe we will all get to meet one day, this side of Heaven? We shall certainly all meet there!And have a HUGE party!{{HUGS!!}}} and thanks again! Gem.XX