Identity Fraud in the Adult Industry

IDENTITY FRAUD IS NOW IN EVERY FIELD AND SPHERE OF LIFE. THAT IS WHY I ALWAYS EDUCATE MEN THAT I WON'T ACCEPT WITHHELD NUMBERS, PSEUDONYMS, AND ALL OTHER STRATEGIES THAT MEN EMPLOY TO PROTECT THEIR IDENTITIES FROM WOMEN IN ROLES SIMILAR TO AND VERY DIFFERENT FROM MINE.  I EMPATHIZE WITH THE GOAL TO PROTECT THEIR IDENTITIES WHEN THEY DON'T KNOW ME. AND I AGREE WITH THEIR CAUTIOUS APPROACH. BUT THEY CAN SEE DETAILS ALL THE WAY TO THE SIZE OF MY BREAST CUPS ALL OVER THE NET. SO ME HAVING THEIR FULL REAL NAMES, PHONE NUMBERS, AND EMAIL ADDRESSES IS SURELY FAIR.

In the States women who sell their bodies and women playing other roles ask men to give them home addresses, work details, drivers' licences, and even passport numbers!  [God bless America!]  We all want to protect ourselves.  This is also why I encourage men to do their research. And I practice what I preach - I do my research. I've always had a naturally inquisitive mind and a detective side.  And here's one time when the detective struck gold! 

The story of identity fraud

One day I received an email from a banker working for one of the big 5 Canadian banks downtown Toronto. The message instructed me to call his work number before 5:30 p.m. because “his mother was a bitch” and “after 5:30 his mother would be on his ass“. I sensed something suspicious, but called the number to assure myself that my intuition was not misleading me.  I asked to speak to the man and he said that I was speaking to him. I told him that I was calling on the instruction in his email.  When he denied knowing anything about the email, I read him the email. He denied having sent it again.

The correspondence continued the next day. The writer mentioned his former girlfriend, her apartment number and address [in a building where my friend lived, so I knew that the address was real] the girlfriend having dug his gold, how she made him angry, etc.  I went along with it and kept observing where it would go.  After a few more exchanges of emails the writer suggested that we meet for a coffee downtown. I said that it would be nice, because I wanted to find out what the writer's next reaction would be.  The conversation went quiet. When the suggested date of the coffee meeting approached, I emailed him to ask where we should meet when.  The writer did not respond. I left it be. 

Days later the writer wrote that he was sorry, but was sent on a business trip to New York across the [Canadian] long weekend, because his boss knew that he was single…  So that was why he didn't write.  He asked me to call his work number again. I did. And when I spoke to the man, he denied having sent any of those emails again.  I said that he must have been set up and suggested that he think through his networks of friends and enemies.

He thanked me for being helpful and asked me to forward the correspondence. He said that he would forward it to the corporate security team. I asked how I'd know whether any correspondence would come from the real him or his impersonator. We agreed on a sign of acknowledgement.  He acknowledged receipt of the forwarded correspondence and that was the last time I had contact with the real man.

As if by magic,

the emails stopped.  But after over a week I received an invitation allegedly from the banker to connect on LinkedIn.  I deliberately accepted and observed his profile, connections, etc.  It all looked immensely real – his work details, connections from the financial world, resume, education.  The gullible would have fallen for it without a question. His impersonator must have known him well!  However, there were a few clues that would make the detective minds suspicious. So I was 95% convinced that I was connecting to the impersonator.

I went with it anyway. The correspondence moved to LinkedIn.  I adopted a more confrontational strategy. My first question to him was whether he was the real man.  He said that he was. A few messages later I asked why his profile photo was blurred.  Since I noticed that he changed his photo several times while we were connected AND that his photos were always blurred, that shouted suspicion. I went straight into it.

The writer responded that he didn't have his photo blurred.  Then the writer wrote how nice a woman I was characterwise and encouraged me to call him on the work number for a chat.  I decided to back him into a corner. I suggested that he call me and had long predicted that it would never happen.

This suggestion indeed killed the identity fraud.

All correspondence stopped immediately, and he never called.  However, another person called – 2 months later – from Toronto police. She told me that they had caught a female impersonator of this banker, and thanked me for the important part I had played in catching her!  I was very happy to meet a constable who brought all the email correspondence and asked me to write a statement for the courts. I did and all was wrapped up by the end of the second month from the incident.

So the moral of the story is:

read and respect the first paragraph of this article! Don't mess with people, because you never know who you're messing with!  If you hide behind insecurities, get some good coaching! Do your thorough research on women before you contact them. Expect that they have the right to do the same on you. And this article will tell you that I take discretion as seriously as the prevention of identity fraud by being real and wanting men who want to make friends with me to be real.

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