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What, exactly, is compelling these married women to set up "sexy dates" in droves, aside from easy Internet access?
For years, our collective narrative of the errant housewife has run thusly: Neglected by her aloof or abusive husband and dying a slow death from her suburban prison, she falls into the arms of a dashing, romantic gentleman.
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?
Her friends (granted, a self-selecting cohort) are just as randy as she is, though not all seek out external solutions—to their detriment, she believes.
"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.Revenues in 2012 were 0 million—more than decent, but still far behind the titans of online dating like and e Harmony.While the overall membership skews 70 percent male, Biderman claims gender parity among people in their thirties (which translates to lots of lecherous 65-year-old men hitting on 30-year-old women).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.