Because if you go on the site, you’ll find a lot of avatars adorned with a simple drawing of a woman’s face and a confidential finger over pursed pink lips, with the promise of additional "Private Showcase" photos, viewable only if the member sends you a "key." Many profiles are eloquent and demure, asking men to compose thoughtful missives and to refrain from sending erection photos.
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!!!!!!!!
Worse, you can get a potential high from every person you meet.
But unlike other addictions, this one isn't officially recognized.
Hookup apps like Tinder (26 million matches per day) and Grindr (1.6 million active daily users) are growing wildly and multiplying, like real-life manifestations of the futuristic smartphone imagined by Gary Shteyngart in which rates the "Fuckability" of everyone around you.
For just , you can purchase a guaranteed front-of-the-bus seat on the TMZ NYC Tour.
After stepping on the bus in the middle of Times Square, a TMZ-trained tour guide — handsome, blond, amiable Australian — will ask you and the rest of the bus if you’re a huge fan of the show.
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.