Ashley Madison pitfalls: The Tech Guy... my 10th confession

Last spring, I ventured into the Ashley Madison arena again. My profile had been dark for weeks, but one day I had time on my hands, so I logged into the pretty purple site to see who might be out there. I decided to tweak my preferences and turn-ons and add a picture, on the advice of a kind friend, and then I waited to see who would contact me.

The next time I logged in, the volume of winks, messages, private showcase keys, and priority messages filling my inbox shocked me! (Riff does know his stuff!) I weeded through them all in hopes of finding a gem among them. I replied to The Tech Guy, who would be on my town for work the next week. We exchanged photos, but he was a man of few words - our messages were short (this should have been a red flag!). We made plans to meet at his hotel.

I was extremely nervous, which should have been another red flag, but we chatted and then went to his room. There was no wooing. There were long lulls in conversation. He eventually initiated contact, so I held hope that he'd be good in bed, but we never kissed, which also should have been a red flag, since I usually enjoy kissing a new lover.

Meh.

It wasn't great sex, but it wasn't awful sex. He enjoyed my enthusiasm as he practiced his oral skills on me, but I was confused when my oral ministries failed. Eventually, The Tech Guy was ready for more, but it was... meh. I did however learn that certain prescribed medications might inhibit a man from reaching orgasm. On the bright side, the hotel room was lovely, and the bed was comfy. I took in many details while he pounded me from behind for what seemed like hours. I even mentally drafted a post about him during the encounter.

The experience was enough to make me take down my AM profile again. I thought it was still dark last June, when I got a lengthy message from The Traveler...



(Curious about my history? 4 old posts have been republished!)

Ashley Madison 101: the plural greeting

Welcome to SuburbanHotwife's seminar for men who are hoping to hook up via AshleyMadison.com!

As my fellow bloggers Hubman and Another Suburban Mom (a sweet swinging couple) can attest, it is all in the introduction. It does not matter if you are a swinger, or looking for a little something on the side, if you don't use the right advertising techniques, you won't get lucky.

Case in point, I don't reply to men to use this in the subject line or begin their letters in the following manner:
"Hi Ladies! I am looking for..."

WRONG! I don't know if you can send an email to the masses when you are a full member on AM, but I for one do not reply to men who lump me into a group of potential lovers. Sure, I know you are probably contacting other women besides me (I do read Riff after all) but why make that fact so evident in your subject line? There is a simple trick known as "copy and paste" that would be handy in a situation like this. I understand that you may not want to take the time and personalize your letter to me to let me know you actually read my profile, even though that would score points with me (that could be a subject of a future seminar!), but a plural greeting will not garner a reply from me.

Testing the waters...

Ok folks, did your jaw hit the floor when you saw my blog updated on the blogroll you use as your hub for smut? Or better yet, did I knock you off your seat? It would please me to no end to know that more than a few of you are shocked, yet pleased, to see a post from me, even if it is not filled with a risqué confession. Let's just say, I am dipping my toe in the blog waters to see if any of my old fans and cyber friends still remember who I am. (Hint, hint... leave a comment to let me know my endeavors are still worthy of entertaining you!)

It has been 6 months to the day since I last posted anything. 6 months of reflection, confusion, some worry, and some sadness, but in the end, I have rediscovered joy and satisfaction in my life. There were days when I was glad that I did not have posts to draft, and days I had to suppress the urge to write. Writing has always been an outlet for me. I love painting a picture with words, as it gives me personal and creative satisfaction. To know that people were actually reading my tales multiplied my satisfaction. So, I feel like I am in a place to begin writing again.

I have been asked if I am still a hotwife. Yes, but as old fans can attest, my hotwife activities have always been rather erratic, and nothing has changed in that department, but I did take a hiatus for a while. There were no risqué confessions racked up in those 6 months, just a few disappointing AM situations. This leads me to wonder if I should change the name of this blog... something to think about.

I have also been asked to repost old confessions. I am considering this request, but not promising anything.

So, as long as I have your attention, is there anyone out there as fascinated with Riff and Eva as I am? I have been feverishly reading her blog to get caught up, and I have the urge to comment on their story like a sportscaster on the 50-yard line of a football field! I wish I had been the lucky blog-gal to discover his AM profile... just sayin'!

But I digress... my toe is in the water... should I take the plunge in?