A short message sent on a Thursday evening in early December 2013, under the subject line: Match? She signed up for a six-month subscription to Match.com, the largest and one of the oldest dating services on the Web.
Now she was all by herself in a house secluded at the end of a long gravel driveway. At first, she just tiptoed around the many dating sites, window-shopping in this peculiar new marketplace. It wasn't until the fall that Amy was ready to dive in.
We ended up having a lot of fun drinking wine and getting to know each other. After that, Tom and I met for sex about once a month for six months, but then he started to flake out on me, canceling our meetings and making excuses. I never told him, because I knew deep down that he wanted to keep things casual and not leave his wife and family. Derek and I still have sex about once a week, and I’m afraid to say the sex hasn’t improved.
We first had sex three weeks later, at a Best Western off Route 80. The sex wasn’t the best thing since sliced bread, just very intimate and passionate. But now that I’ve had my affairs, it doesn’t bother me as much.
The photo showed a trim, silver-haired man of 61 with a salt-and-pepper beard and Wayfarer-style shades. And something else: He was a "100% match." Whoever he was, the computer had decided he was the one. Then, this message appeared when she logged on to her account. Thank you so much for the email and I am really sorry for the delay in reply, I don't come on here often, smiles ...
I really like your profile and I like what I have gotten to know about you so far.
I still wasn’t able to orgasm — in fact, I never have. Even though it was a big deal for me to cheat on Derek, I didn’t feel guilty. If there is one thing I’ve learned from the experience, it’s that mothers need to pamper themselves and have fun elsewhere if they don’t feel appreciated at home.
She filled out a questionnaire and carefully crafted her profile.
She resolved to be pickier, only contacting men who were closely matched — 90 percent or more, as determined by the algorithm pulling the strings behind her online search. Back in college, she'd studied computer science and psychology, and she considered herself pretty tech-savvy.
She had a website for her business, was on Facebook, carried a smartphone.
Within minutes, I had responses from several guys, including a man called Tom with three children.
He was 42, worked in the medical field and his marriage was even more dysfunctional than mine. I met him less than a week later for lunch, at a restaurant about 40 minutes away from each of our homes. After that, I met and slept with two other men through Ashley Madison, and I’m currently chatting online with a few guys.