âHoney, I have to join Ashley Madison.â
So began the pitch I gave my wife to let me join the marrieds-looking-for-affairs website AshleyMadison.com. It would be part of my research into women who cheat, why infidelity is increasing, and what can be done to possibly affair-proof a marriage. I proposed to âcheatâ on her for a few weeks, to talk to and attempt to seduce as many women as possible, and get a real-world understanding of why women want to stay married but also need some illicit action on the side.
Of course, on my end, thereâd be nothing more than conversation. She looked at me straight-faced, unflinching. I searched her eyes for any telltale sign of the Charles-Iâm-going-to-punch-you-in-the-face-right-after-I-castrate-you look; nothing. After a long pause, I got her only thought: âNo, I get it,â she said emphatically. âItâs a great story. But itâs kinda like asking the newly vegetarian fox to guard the henhouse, isnât it?â
I thought about it, and unfortunately her statement wasnât too far from the truth. If you back me up a few years â sans wife, kids, dogs, published book on relationships, 1.5 million+ readers and fans following my relationship advice on Facebook â I was a chronic womanizer; a past she knows about, but never experienced personally. To make matters worse, I wasnât some weak pick-up artist using idiotic dating boot camp approaches that reeked of negativity and douchebaggery on vulnerable women in order to break them down and manipulate them into sex. No⌠I was far more despicable than that.
Was I looking to get women into bed? Of course, but it was more than that. I worked hard to become the embodiment of seduction. To quickly read the spoken and unspoken clues of what a woman was looking for in a man, and then give her the perception I was that guy. In effect, to become so alluring that she would willingly give herself over, thinking that having sex was her idea. After all, itâs much easier to convince people of things they think they have thought of themselves. It was quite a rush, and as the wake of emotional destruction would later exemplify, seducing women became my drug of choice.
âNo, babe ⌠thatâs not even close,â I told her, not fully considering the implications of the coming situations. âThat was 15⌠no, almost 20 years ago. And you know that I love you. Thereâs nothing to fear.â
After another pregnant pause, she consented with a few words of sage advice:
âDonât. F*ck. Up.â
The Statistics
According to The Journal of Couple and Relationship Therapy, nearly 50 percent of married women and 60 percent of married men will have an extramarital affair at some point in their marriage. When you consider that these statistics are nearly double what they were a short 10 years ago, clearly this is beyond an issue; it is now commonplace. But itâs far from a surprise; it was predicted. Futurist Alvin Toffler wrote the best seller Future Shock in 1970, and with matter-of-fact conviction he wrote of âtrialâ or âtemporary marriagesââyoung peopleâs first marriages, lasting three months to three yearsâand of âserial marriagesâ that would take place after the dissolution of the âtrial marriageâ at specific turning points in peopleâs lives.
So, does this mean marriage has âjumped the sharkâ and become obsolete? Hardly. Marriage is not the issue. Commitment and loyalty or the lack thereof are at the crux of this. After all, marriage is a legal and/or spiritual binding of two people⌠but if commitment isnât there and loyalty becomes a matter of subjectivity or convenience, the marriage is already nonexistent. Cheating then becomes a symptom of a secretly failed marriage.
But is it really so black and white, with no grey and no room for mistakes, missteps, or moments of weakness? Do people who cheat want to leave their current marriage? Are they secretly trying to get caught so theyâll have an excuse to get out? I needed answers to these questions (and many others), so I headed where any high-tech junkie looking to cheat on his wife would go: online.
The Business of Infidelity
The advent of the Internet has made having an illicit affair easier than ever before. Meeting Mr. or Ms. Right, The Sequel, is a mere mouse-click for anyone with a credit card. If youâre looking to Hit-It-And-Quit-It, thereâs AdultFriendFinder.com, Craigslistâs Casual Encounters or Fling.com (NSF), among many others. But sex-only semi-anonymous hookups wasnât where my investigation was headed, as women looking to merely have sex can meet a man anywhereânightclubs, coffee shops, Facebook, wherever.
My hypothesis was simple: women who were looking for an extramarital affair with another married man were looking to connect in some way. If both parties were married, they not only started on even ground, but they had something in commonâthey were missing something from their current relationship. I needed to uncover the motivations behind starting and maintaining an affair.
And affairs are big business. Numerous websites are dedicated to connecting those looking to engage in flagrante delicto sans spouse. MarriedCafe.com and LonelyWivesAffairs.com are but the tip of the iceberg, and all have women and men signing up in droves. The undisputed leader for cheating is AshleyMadison.com, the âLife is short. Have an affair.â website. AshleyMadison has experienced meteoric growth since its founding in 2002, with no slowing in sight. And while founder and CEO Noel Biderman doesnât condone having an affair, he seems perfectly comfortable with others doing their adultery thing. Works for some ⌠and now, it was my turn to get my (feigned) cheat on.
âHello, Ashley Madison! Long time, no cheat!â
I filled out my nickname and relevant info, plopped down my credit card number (discretely billed as âAMDBâ to my credit card statement), and then all I needed to do was ⌠wait a second. I was faced with the eternal online seduction dilemma: now what? What will make the opposite sex want me online? What do women want to see on my profile?
Recent reports state that Ashley Madison has a community that is comprised of 70 percent men and 30 percent women. Clearly women have the upper hand with choice, so I needed to stand out against all the other guys. I posted a real picture of me (I was looking to connect in-person, after all), but I listed a fake name (if they Googled my real name, I was sure to be caught). To formulate the right approach, I decided to do something I couldnât do in the real world: get into the minds of my competition, albeit a little sneakily.
I signed up for a second Ashley Madison account as a woman, âShelly,â and began checking out the guysâ profiles. Most of the menâs profiles highlighted attempts at humor, asking straight-out for sex, to ⌠uh ⌠romance (âI like walks on the beach.â) Really?! Walks on the beach?! Come on, now ⌠no, you donât! I mean, we all like walking on the beach, but thatâs not why youâre on the site. And besides, the 1970s called, and they want their pick-up line back. In contrast, so many of the womenâs profiles were dripped with laments ranging from âlack of attentionâ to âseeking excitementâ to âneed someone who pays attention.â Additionally, it was fascinating to see âShellyâsâ inbox fill up in a matter of minutes. I hadnât even added a picture or completed the profile for that persona.
With a firm understanding of where my competition playedâand the miserable approaches of someâI got to work writing something unique, confident, and (hopefully) mysterious and seductive. I set up three profiles to see which would resonate the fastest and which would hit with the most success. âScottieâ was unsure, shy, and a bit weak (âIâm not sure why Iâm here.â), âGregâ was the quintessential Alpha Male (âYou know you want meâŚâ), and the aforementioned âCameronâ was closer to the middle (âToo many men get comfortableâeven complacentâand forget that foreplay starts outside the bedroom⌠that kisses can start soft with cheek strokes, but end with the back of her hair being pulled in wild passion.â).
Early Success
Online dating is a complicated arena much like ordering fast food, in that what you get is never really what the picture and description promise. And given the demographical split on the site, I was prepared to be searching and waiting for a number of days for interest or responses. To my surprise, Cameronâs profile had 20 messages on his first night.
I responded to a few messages, and before I knew it I was invited to a chat session with âSexyCatâ (profile name changed to ensure her anonymity). SexyCat wanted to know all kinds of things, and what I would do if given the opportunity. With my wife watching TV on the couch a mere 10 feet away, here I was talking dirty to a 36-year-old married woman (whoâs husband was probably watching TV on the couch a mere 10 feet away from her). SexyCat wasnât the only one. I discovered that to satisfy their deep longing for passion with minimal risk, many women sign up for Ashley Madison to have virtual sex via chat.
Over the next several days, I had chat sessions of varying length with 33 different women (hmm ⌠it is online ⌠I wonder if they were all women!). In each session, I attempted to take things to the next levelâan in-person meetingâbut no-go. Most of these women seemed comfortable in getting what they needed online. It was armâs-length cheating for them (and perhaps one-handed typing). I hope I didnât disappoint them and that virtual cigarettes were ablaze in post-coital, pixelated afterglow of my cybersex adventures.
I told my wife about my hot chats⌠and she laughed. We got into a long discussion about the armâs length approach to cheating these women had, and if it was really cheating. If it was borderline anonymous (read: they didnât know much about me), it was akin to an interactive romance or erotic novel. I recounted some of the more sexually explicit material these ladies had written, as well as what I wrote in response, and we both said aloud what we have known for a long time: When it comes to sex, women will get into the real detail ⌠so much more so than most men. And with the inherent anonymity of chat, those inhibitions only grow exponentially. But I hadnât been afraid; I can talk dirty with the best of them.
But Ashley Madison had more in store for me than just chat sessions.
Date #1: âAshleyâ
âAshleyâ initially reached out to me and was eager to meet. After a brief inbox exchange on the website, we decide to meet for coffee at a cafe in Mountain View, a stoneâs throw from Californiaâs Silicon Valley. She was a dead-on match to her picture: a striking 5â8âł blonde. As we headed inside, I caught a glimpse of our reflections in the window and laughed quietly. At 5â5âł, I look like Dudley Moore to her Brigitte Nielsen.
She was confident, and as it turned out, a bit of a cheating pro. At 43 and a pure Type A personalityâa Sales Executive in high-techâsheâd been married for 22 years and has had several affairs. Ashley Madison has been her âoutletâ for the past number of years. I ask if her husband has an outlet, as well, and she was clear that he doesnât. âHe would never,â she said with equal confidence. âHe doesnât have time for this kind of thing.â
As we talked, our conversation turned to the philosophical and intellectual side of life and world events: Descartes, Nietzsche, politics, world history, religion, sex⌠subjects about which I have no shortage of opinions and personal insight. And I realized her outlet was mental and intellectual stimulation. She was fascinated that I was able to keep up with her, and she flushed, showing signs that this was more than banter for herâit was foreplay.
Ashley told me she loved her husband but couldnât understand why he had dropped back from their relationship. He was âpassion and romanceâ when they dated, but had become âall work and no play.â She shared briefly that as the Chief Technical Officer of a technology start-up, he was too busy for her, with travel and his company taking all his time. âBut heâs always been too busy, ever since we got married,â she lamented. I piled on to her discontent by falsely offering that my wife also has no time for me, but I then asked her: âSo why donât we leave them, then? Why are we here?â She didnât miss a beat. âI need passion. I need to feel something ⌠almost anything at this point. He has great qualities, but âŚâ and we then dropped the subject at her request.
She was extremely intelligent and wittyâand she was just as clear that sex was a priority.
âYou seem a little green, so let me explain where Iâm at. Iâm not here looking for a husband, so you donât need to worry about that. Iâm looking for a man to take the lead; to invest his time, but not his emotions. Oh, and your height isnât a problem.â We both laughed.
Our hour-long coffee date flew by, and under different circumstances I would have loved to continue the conversation. She was strong, funny, direct⌠but she seemed OK with missing out on what she really wants from a relationship and settling for something mediocre in her romantic life. I left the date thinking I might better understand her on our next date.
Date #2: âShannonâ
âShannonâ read my profile and reached out to me to begin a dialogue. When we connected, she was upfront that she wasnât yet clear on her limits, so if I was looking for sex today, I needed to move on. I told her I wasnât clear either, and that coffee sounded good, hoping we could share a bit of time to see how we both felt.
Shannon was interesting: 35, dirty blonde hair, smart, funny, full of life, well-read and educated. She had made the decision to raise her two kids as a stay-at-home mom. She and her husband met in college, and had been together since, but his attentiveness waned after the first couple of years. I asked why she stayed. Her answer: âBecause I love him.â
I feel strangely comfortable, so I shared that I hadnât had an affair yet, and that Iâm new to the site and not clear on what to do⌠or when. She empathized, remembering when she was new to Ashley Madison. Sheâd had two affairs in the past, but they were strictly for sex, and it left her feeling empty. âSex is great, but Iâm looking for some time together, too. Not dating ⌠but just something new. My husband is a great guy, but he talks to me like Iâm stupid half of the time. And I have kids; I donât want to leave.â We talk more and itâs clear she wants to laugh, to live, to love. I wonder why she stays with her husband.
At the end of our date, I keep things cool and she asks if we can get together again. I tell her that Iâd love to (knowing I canât/wonât), and I ask her to reach me back on Ashley Madison. Sheâs sent me three messages since⌠and I answered the last one telling her that I realized after we parted that I couldnât cheat on my wife⌠just not how Iâm made. She responded, telling me she understood and wished me well.
Date #3: âLisaâ
I found âLisaâ by searching through the profiles. She was an attractive brunette, 5â4âł, 39, 130lbs., two kids, residing in the Bay Area. After reading her profile (something Iâve been told many men donât do with online dating sites), I sent her an inbox message telling her that I really liked her snarky attitude, her bold statements, and her general approach to life (which I had read about in her writing). Her profile stated that she wasnât sure what she wanted from being a member of Ashley Madison, but she was clear that she wanted to chat with me. We took the chat off the site to Yahoo! Messenger, and within seconds it was clear that she wasnât after cybersex ⌠she was trying to feel me out.
No overtly intrusive questions⌠just getting to know me a bit. We talked about books, sex, great places to travel, music, sex, movies, sex. After about 40 minutes of banter, I went in for the kill: âWant to grab a bite to eat this week?â I wrote, asking her to lunch. My convincer: âItâs just lunch. đ 60 minutes. If thereâs no connection, no harm, no foul. And I know a great place in The City. Come join me. ;)â I typed, dripping with confidence. She agreed.
We met the next day at Albona Restaurant in San Franciscoâs North Beach restaurant district. It was crowded, but she recognized me instantly from my profile picture, and I had already secured a table. We exchanged pleasantries, ordered a mid-day cocktail (I think I needed one), and began talkingâme sprinkling in my interview questions throughout normal conversation. Over the next hour I played the part of the guy who was married, but just couldnât get into the humdrum of married life. I needed⌠something. She quickly agreed with me and then spouted answers as I took mental notes.
I asked her why, with all the choices available to her, she had answered my email. Her answer: because of how I phrased things on my profile. Aside from the raw passion I had exhibited, she said I showed âthoughtfulness, intelligence, and a confidenceâ that came through in my writing⌠and I didnât send her a picture of my penis. At 39 with two young kids, she lamented that her marriage had grown cold, and her husband complacent. Her relationship was good in many waysâfinancially stable, secure, friendlyâbut it lacked ⌠and she stopped. I probed, âPassion?â and she almost leaped off her seat in agreement. She longed for spontaneity, the freshness that accompanies new relationships, and the effort that her husband had put in 10 years prior.
Midway through the meal, I started flirting with her. The challenge: I couldnât get my wife out of my head. But as I continued, I found myself returning to the guy I was years before: focused on seduction, listening for clues to her wants and needs. We were now done with lunch, and I turned my attention to how far I could take her. As it turns out, she was the one who gave me the in by asking, âWhat do you find the most attractive about me?â This question is a pick-up artistâs dream for a number of reasons. Firstly, it speaks to her not having been complimented often enough, as she was fishing, apparently insecure and looking for validation. Secondly, it shows that she wants to know where my head is at; what do I see first when I look at a woman, and how does that relate to her? And thirdly, itâs an inviting question, in that she wouldnât have asked if she wasnât interested in me. So, her simple question tipped the scales in my favor.
âYou have a great walk,â I told her. She looked at me like I was crazy. âNo, really,â I said. âYou can tell a lot about a woman by the way she walks and her body language as a whole. Is she looking at the ground, unconfident, or is she standing tall, greeting the world? And, you have a swing when you walk,â I added playfully. She was taken abackâas I knew she would be. A clever man might talk about a womanâs intelligence being a turn-on, but most men donât usually talk about confidence in this fashion. I moved the conversation from confidence-building to sex, and she followed along, clearly digging where I was guiding things. She was very interested in how I saw her, hungry for the compliments and clearly longing for the passion I started putting out. She reversed the question on herself and then told me what she liked about me, and the conversation tumbled into her passionate thoughts, how I was making her feel: relaxed, free, feminine. At this point, I was in a dicey situation. I didnât want to sleep with her, but the challenge of having her commit to giving herself over was intoxicating. So, I kept pushing the limits and pouring it on, all the while hoping that my wife would understand the true motivations for my actions.
Fifteen minutes laterâan hour-and-a-half after we arrived at the restaurantâI made The Ask: was she interested in heading down the street to a nice hotel and experiencing what I have been describing? I told her I havenât prepared for this, but connections like this are rare, and that Iâm having a hard time controlling myself. I didnât want to be so forward, but⌠and I stopped talking, letting my look fall to the floor. This gave her the illusion of being in control of the situation with a choice. A short pause and a coy smile from her told me instantly that she is absolutely hooked, and mine for the taking. She agreed to go to the hotel with a whisper, and leaned across the table to kiss me to seal the deal. And⌠I froze. My body language changed instantly, and I sat back from the table and put my hand up to stop her advance.
âI canât.â
âWhat?â she laughed.
âNo, really. I canât do this.â
âWhat are you talking about?â she asked, with genuine confusion. With a sighâand for the first time realizing that I didnât have an exit from this situationâI explained: âIâm working on a research project on adultery. This is a part of it. Iâm sorry, but I canât cheat on my wife.â
I paused and she stared at me in disbelief. I had effectively brought her to the apex of her wanting, and now I was pulling the rug out from under her.
âSo, this was all bullshit?â she asked through her teeth, not wanting to cause a scene in the restaurant. I sat motionless, unsure of what to do when she made the decision for me. With a look that would level an army, she seethed out, âFuck you, Cameron,â and threw what was left of her martini at me. She turned and stormed out of the restaurant.
My heart went out to her. It wasnât her fault. Iâd be a liar if I said I wasnât tempted, but my wife, my honor, my word and my humanity are not worth it, no matter how attractive she might have been. After patting myself dry amidst slack-jawed looks from other diners, I left the restaurant and headed home. I was emotionally spent.
The Fight
As I pulled into my little suburb-of-a-town, I arrived at a local coffee shop down the street from my house, and I called my wife to see if she would join me. She agreed, but when she arrived I knew something was wrong. My thoughts were confirmed when I greeted her. With a smile on my face and my arms out to embrace her, I was greeted with, âDonât even touch me, I can smell you from here. You smell like liquor and whores.â
Whoa! This was NOT what I planned on, and this isnât the way our open and honest relationship normally runs. She sat away from me, her arms folded in front of her, sipping her coffee and barely looking at me. I told her the story of what happened: the restaurant, the lunch, the flirting, the advance from Lisa, the cocktail. Her anger intensified.
âThatâs bullshit, Charles. No one throws a drink on someone for nothing. What did you do? Just tell me. What did YOU DO?â
For much of the afternoon, she fought with me. Given what my investigation was trying to uncover, and in light of my recent actionsâeven though they were âallowedâ actions based on what we had discussedâI felt I had nothing to stand on. I tried to explain that I didnât do anything, but she wasnât buying it. After three hours of not speaking to me, it became clear what was really bothering her when she told me emphatically: âYou know, Charles, itâs amazing. I donât care about your âdateâ. And for all I care, you could have slept with her. But tell me this: When was the last time you took time out of your day and took me to lunch for no reason?â
A Revelation
Her statement to me was an eye-opener, and in polling 250+ women in the days that followed, I reached an important understanding. When an adulterous man is found out, there are many, many women that can get past the sex act itself. But the real problem is where his effort has been going. As his wife sits idle, being supportive, holding down her half of the relationship, house, kids, etc., a cheating man will put boat loads of effort into seducing the other woman: four-star restaurants and hotels, gifts, laughter, spontaneity, passion, sex.
From there, itâs a sad realization for his wife that translates to âIâm not worth the effort.â This is a fatal blow to her self-esteem and self-worth, and terminal to the relationship. My wife and I got past it, but I had to relent to the fact that I hadnât done those things for her recently⌠and it wasnât purposeful, it was a mirror into my own accidental complacently (and Iâm supposed to be an expert!!!). Itâs not that I take her for granted. But in acting like a cheater, I had fallen into my own trap. Accidentally? Perhaps, but does it matter? Isnât the end result the same?
With all my experience and expertise, I keep learning.
Reflection
Contemplating all of my experiences with the women of Ashley Madisonâchat sessions and in-person datesâseveral things became painfully clear. First, there isnât one âtypeâ of woman looking to cheat online. Some were looking to have sex, period. Others were looking to subsidize their current relationship with a human connection⌠and if it led to sex, even better. But all were clear that they were not leaving their current relationship. These werenât monkeys getting a grip on the next branch before letting go of the first. They just wanted to feel what they used to feel from the man in their life.
The most common complaint was a lack of passion and effort by the man in their current relationship. It makes sense. When a man begins dating a woman, he puts in tons of effort; he woos her. Once sheâs âhis,â he stops putting in that effort, but she still longs for it. She wants to be desired, seduced, and connected with on a regular basis. So many men seem to be missing the boat. They start strong, having a decent sense of how to capture a woman at the beginning, but upon entering a relationship they are unprepared for the long haul and investment a successful relationship demands past the dating phase. The situation starts to reek of complacency and satisfaction in mediocrity.
Should the women of Ashley Madison leave their current relationships before starting a new one? Yes⌠but the sad truth is that these women werenât looking to start a new relationship. I got the distinct impression that they were filling their needs outside their relationships until such time that he noticed he was disconnected, it became unbearable, or it ended on its own. And until then, they were willing to settle for a half-marriage with a side of passion.
I still feel that cheating is the wrong thing to do⌠but this is the grey area I didnât see before.
To the men thinking of getting married: being married isnât like dating. Marriage doesnât take âworkâ per se, but it does require concerted effort and investment in each other, and in you. If you arenât into it, donât do it, as you will be setting yourself up for failureâperhaps finding your wife on Ashley Madison. Or worse, out with a guy like I used to be, enjoying passion because you stopped bringing it.
Men in established relationships and marriage need to remember that women are women first and foremost⌠and wives and mothers second. If a man stops bringing passion and effort to his relationship and stops treating her as a desired woman, he shouldnât be surprised when she feels forced to fill her needs elsewhere.
Love is great. But maybeâŚyou pick the wrong partners⌠or every partner cheats on you⌠or youâve given up on love. Instead of giving up, consider that this is actually the sign that itâs time to take The Pact.
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