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Biderman says he is happily married and regards his venture as a release valve for those in sexually unfulfilling, but otherwise effective, unions.
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"I find myself living my life in the third person and deciding whether it’d be a good story." She takes a sip of beer.
"I want it to be dramatic."Since then, she’s averaged one or two new men per year, with a few women sprinkled in, and in the digital age has supplemented her search with Ashley Madison, Craigslist, and Cougar Life.
Soon after, she removes my glasses without asking permission. "They need to smell good to me: healthy, alive, confident.
"Your glasses are so clouded, I need to clean them," she explains, wiping them on her shirt. I can smell fear; I want them to smell like they deserve me.
I’m carpet bombing them with the same boilerplate message, suggesting, with unsurpassed creativity and seductiveness, that we get together for a drink.
I’m on Ashley Madison.com, the behemoth of extramarital-dating sites, whose controversial slogan is "Life is short. But you probably don’t know anyone on it—or at least anyone who admits to being on it.
But a number are either fake, or appear to be from sex workers, or are written like the following: "to have a well built guy with a huge spear shove it in my tight MILF [orifice not anatomically designed for sexual intercourse] in front of my husband all night long!!!!!!!!TO BE TREATED LIKE I WAS THE LAST WOMAN ON EARTH BY A HUNGRY GROUP OF MEN, PREFERABLY ALL [ethnic group whose male members are often hypersexualized in American culture, due in part to a complex legacy of discrimination]!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BIG THICK [rhyming masculine body part] NEED APPLY!!! My first e-mail blitz, which doesn’t specify that I’m a journalist hoping to interview subjects, nets me a grand total of zero replies. I change tack and name-drop Yet a few replies roll in. (Identifying details have been obscured or altered slightly to ensure anonymity, and all names are fictitious.) She lists her weight at well over 200 pounds, her limits are "Anything Goes," and her tagline is "I’m too much for you." And what is she looking for? I’m not here at AM to meet someone for the opera, I assure you."What the hell is going on here?I’ve met guys who are theoretically attractive, but they don’t smell right.""I haven’t really put my nose into your neck, which is where the smell holds," she says, and stands to the side of the table.I join her, expecting her to crane just her nostrils into me, but she embraces me in a hug, pulls me tightly into her expansive bosom, and burrows her face into the crook of my neck for a deep whiff."The women’s movement into the workplace was the first massive jump into unfaithfulness," says Noel Biderman, CEO of Ashley Madison.