Female Con Artist
We met at an adult website I used to frequent and, over a period of months, began to warm up to each other. I stayed cool, knowing it's too easy to imagine what another person is like having never met them in person. We seemed to have a lot in common, loved talking over the phone, and planned a meeting to satisfy our mutual curiosities. She lived in Texas, I in the Dakota's, so we chose a meeting point halfway and planned a weekend with no strings or promised events. We met and things went well; she was intelligent, witty, daring, sexy, happy to spend time with me, and eager to share her past life with me. The meeting was the first of several; we began to make plans for our future and several hard decisions faced us. In the end, we agreed I'd sell my land and house and make the move, finding a new job in her home town and living in her house. I wanted to meet her family and see the town she raved so much about, and after a month she consented and I bought an airline ticket to fly there. At the last minute (I was literally at the airport), she called and told me a "sudden" emergency had come up and that we'd have to reschedule. It was the first time I had ever thought something wasn't right and after finding out the ticket was non-refundable; I hopped the flight, rented a car once we landed, and drove over to her home town. What I found was a married woman who loved to play games with men, bleeding them for money and attention until she tired of the game. Nothing of what she had told me was true; her intentions were to amuse herself in a twisted manner. I went back "home" without a job or a place to live.
— Douglas, 38