The Dangers of meeting People Online (SCARY TRUE STORIES)

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I created this post to relay stories (which I always love reading and hearing) I've come across which leaves me skeptical about anyone's character online hence why I don't believe no one on the internet nor this site until I meet them live in the flesh where I can verify them with my six senses (the sixth is with my mind and cock).

Oh and as one of my favorite sayings goes: "To be forewarned is to be forearmed."

Here is the first to start this off.


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Internet love triangle
BY David J. Krajicek
Saturday, February 16, 2008, 4:54 PM
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Jessi was a 17-year-old hottie, a long-legged blond who enticed her man Tommy by mailing him gifts of her G-string panties, size small.

Tommy was a war hero - a rock-hard Marine who had served in Iraq. He boasted to Jessi that he had been blessed with prodigious sexual endowment.

They did not get a chance to confirm their relative dimensions since they never met in person. But in thousands of e-mails, phone calls and instant messages, the would-be lovers planned their life - Tommy and Jessi 2gethr4evr.

They were teenagers in love - on the Internet.

In real life, she was Mary Sheiler, a chubby, middle-aged wife and mom who lived in a plain little house in West Virginia. And he was Tom Montgomery, a balding, paunchy factory worker from the modest Buffalo suburb of Cheektowaga. He was married, with daughters ages 12 and 14.

Their make-believe love might not have troubled anyone but their spouses until an innocent third man was drawn in, touching off a Bermuda Triangle of Internet love, with deadly consequences.

Peaches and scream

Montgomery and Sheiler met online in the spring of 2005 at Pogo.com, a game Web site. Montgomery missed a clue to her real age in her username: "TalHotBlondBig50." She soon changed her handle to "Peaches_06_17."

Sheiler had a teen *******, Jessica, a pretty blond who had been named Miss Oak Leaf Festival 2002 in their hometown of Oak Hill, a West Virginia city of 6,500 about 40 miles south of Charleston.

Sheiler assumed the *******'s identity online, using the name Jessi and pretending that she was the pretty girl pictured on the teen's personal Web page.

Montgomery, meanwhile, created a fantasy bio of his own, complete with Marine war stories. And if those lies weren't complicated enough, Montgomery sometimes posed online as Tommy's *******.

In one message, he warned Jessi to go easy with Tommy's tender heart "because u will hurt him and he's an idiot and will believe ur lying ass."

The fantasy transformed Montgomery from a responsible adult to a love-obsessed adolescent. He spoke to Jessi by phone twice a day, and they instant messaged incessantly - often all night long.

"He wouldn't get off the Internet," his wife, Cindy, later told a reporter.

Tommy proposed marriage at Christmas 2005, and Jessi accepted. Montgomery began telling friends at work that he was leaving his wife to be with his new love in West Virginia. He didn't mention that she was 17.

In February 2006, Cindy Montgomery found a stash of lingerie that Jessi had mailed to Tommy. Through computer detective work, she unraveled her husband's Internet relationship with the presumed teenager.

In a letter confronting her husband, Cindy wrote, "What I cannot believe is that you are living out some bizarre fantasy - as ******* and *******."

The wife then sent a letter to Jessi that included a family photo, explaining that her husband had been posing as Tommy.

"From what I am pulling from your letters," Cindy wrote, "you are much closer to my *******'s age than mine, let alone Tom's. Are you over the age of 18? In this alone, he can be prosecuted as a baby predator."

Jessi was flummoxed to learn that her fantasy creation had been fooled by another.

She turned to Pogo.com for confirmation of the wife's letter, exchanging messages with Brian Barrett, 22, a co-worker at Montgomery's factory who frequented the game Web site.

Yes, Barrett said, Tommy was a middle-aged man, not a young stud.

Sheiler began flirting online with Barrett, and the two spread the story of Montgomery's fantasy identity on the Web site and at the factory. Montgomery was enraged. "U can say goodbye forever to me and Tommy," he wrote to Jessi.

Barrett and Jessi taunted Montgomery with their own budding Web romance, and the three exchanged angry messages for months.

On Sept. 13, 2006, Montgomery sent Jessi an instant message at 1:30 in the morning: "u r a whore and thats all u will ever be."

He followed that with a series of fuming, obscene computer and phone messages over the following two days.

Last ride

At 10:15 p.m. on Sept. 16, Brian Barrett left work at the factory in Clarence, N.Y., and got into his pickup. As he closed the door three rifle shots rang out. Barrett was hit in the neck, and he slumped over dead.

The victim's phone and computer records, as well as factory gossip, led investigators to Tom Montgomery and Mary Sheiler, and the make-believe love of the middle-agers became a crime spectacle.

Sheiler escaped indictment, so she has not been compelled to answer questions of how she had permitted the creepy fantasy to escalate into violence.

In her only interview, with Wired magazine, she portrayed herself as a devoted wife and doting mom. She explained that the Internet love triangle was a giggle that got out of hand.

Montgomery, meanwhile, was charged with *******. His wife divorced him, his daughters disowned him, and he attempted suicide in his jail cell.

He pleaded guilty last year to first-degree manslaughter.

At his sentencing on Nov. 27, everyone in court wondered about what had come over the formerly rational man.

"Call it an obsession, call it an addiction, call it what you want," said defense attorney John Nuchereno. "He was suffering from a diminished capacity of some sort."

"My wife and I don't understand how this could happen," said the victim's *******, Daniel. "To gun down a boy over simple jealousy does not make sense to us."

Montgomery was sent to prison for 20 years.

Prosecutor Frank Sedita noted, "You can pretend to be whoever you want to be on the Internet."

But not in prison. Montgomery has a transparent identity now at Attica, 20 miles west of the home he shared with his family in Cheektowaga before meeting Jessi online.

He is inmate number 07B3808. He is 48 years old today and will be 65 on his first parole eligibility date, in 2024.
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source: http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/internet-love-triangle-article-1.311952

Read the amazing full/longer Wired mag article with the IM/Text messages included here:
http://www.wired.com/2007/08/ff-internetlies/
 
Online Dating Made This Woman a Pawn in a Global Crime Plot

Audrey Elaine Elrod was in rough financial shape as the 2012 holiday season drew near. She’d been out of work for a year, ever since quitting her longtime clerical job at the county public health department in Charlotte, North Carolina. The 45-year-old divorcée and junior-college dropout now lived in Bluefield, West Virginia, a fading town near the Appalachian coalfields where she’d been raised. In addition to collecting $344 in unemployment benefits each week, Elrod made ends meet by hustling: She resold packages of discount toilet paper and peddled small quantities of prescription *******. She scraped together just enough to rent a 676-square-foot garage apartment that she shared with a roommate, a gangly buffet cook a dozen years her junior.

On the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, Elrod opened a checking account at a First Community Bank branch located just across the state line in the twin town of Bluefield, Virginia. Despite her hand-to-mouth circumstances, Elrod’s new account soon began to receive a series of sizable wire transfers, many of which originated abroad. Over the course of one December week, for example, almost $30,000 arrived from Norway; on January 2, someone in France sent $16,977. Elrod never let this money linger: She always showed up at the bank a few hours after a transfer cleared, to withdraw as much as $9,500 in cash. She would then return on subsequent days to make additional four-figure withdrawals until the account was nearly empty.

At Walmart, Elrod would head to the MoneyCenter counter, where she’d transmit between $1,500 and $1,800 to a man she knew as Sinclair. As soon as Elrod would exit First Community with a bundle of $50 and $100 bills in her purse, she’d hang a right and walk across the parking lot to Ridgeview Plaza, a vast and featureless shopping mall surrounded by scraggly woods. She would pass by the drive-through tobacco outlet, the Dollar Tree, and Bellacino’s Pizza & Grinders en route to the mall’s centerpiece, a typically gargantuan Walmart. There she’d head straight for the store’s MoneyCenter counter, where she used MoneyGram to transmit usually somewhere between $1,500 and $1,800 to a man she knew as Sinclair.

Elrod would spend the next few hours visiting other Bluefield establishments that offer MoneyGram or Western Union services: the Advance America payday loan store, the Food City supermarket, the austere cash-for-titles joint located literally under Route 460. At each stop she’d wire another chunk of money to Sinclair. Sometimes, if her phone bill was due or her refrigerator was barren, she kept a few dollars for herself. But more often than not, she ended the day no richer than she’d started.

As she waited for the Bluefield Area Transit bus to whisk her back to West Virginia, Elrod would think about her fiancé, a Scottish oil worker she’d met online. She knew they’d soon spend hours gabbing on the phone, as was their daily habit. No matter how tired she got from helping Sinclair obtain his money, the prospect of hearing her fiancé’s adoring voice always managed to lift her heart.

Elrod’s love affair began with the sort of dodgy Facebook message that most people delete on sight. She discovered that message in March 2011, 20 months before opening her First Community account, while cleaning out her junk-strewn “Other” mailbox during a respite at a Charlotte mall. The missive caught her eye because of the sender’s handsome profile photo, which showed a middle-aged man with a ruddy face, strong black eyebrows, and a welcoming gaze. His name was Duke Gregor.

“How beautiful is your picture Audrey,” the message read. “My name is Duke, I am from Aberdeen do you know where? I am a Mechanical Engineer with Transocean. I have a ******* named Kevin and by the Grace of God I will meet that someone again.”

The typical Facebook user would likely recognize such a note as bait, but Elrod was in a place in her life that made her vulnerable to such flattery. She was in the midst of divorcing her husband of 14 years; his legal woes (including arrests for benefits fraud and making a false bomb report) had strained their marriage. Anxious about her future as an older single woman, Elrod lapped up the kind words about her looks—too few men seemed to appreciate her soft chin, wavy hair, and prominent brown eyes.

She wrote back, thanking the sender for complimenting her beauty and asking how he’d found her. He said he had stumbled across her profile while searching for a college friend who shared her last name; he also noted that his own surname was actually McGregor, not Gregor. After a bit more flirtatious back-and-forth on Facebook, Elrod invited him to continue their conversation on Yahoo Messenger.

Elrod and McGregor were soon chatting online for more than 12 hours a day. McGregor often talked about the agony of losing his wife, Susan, who he said had died in a car accident in Edinburgh in 2003. But he’d refused to let that tragedy destroy his joie de vivre, as evidenced by the many photographs he shared with Elrod: When he wasn’t working on North Sea oil rigs, he enjoyed reading classic novels, playing with his tiger-striped tabby cat, and strumming a heart-shaped guitar.

McGregor was also a tremendous listener who never hesitated to lend Elrod a sympathetic ear. “He wasn’t like the little boys I was used to dealing with—he was the opposite of that, so sincere, so caring,” Elrod says. “It wasn’t always about him, it was about me, about everyday stuff in my life.” Within weeks of their initial Facebook encounter, Elrod was telling McGregor her most intimate secrets; he, in turn, was emailing her lists with titles like “100 Things We’ll Do Together Before We Die.” By the end of April 2011—only a month into their romance—they were discussing marriage.

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Courtesy of Audrey Elrod
As part of this blossoming relationship, Elrod grew close to McGregor’s *******, Kevin, a 17-year-old boarding school student in Manchester, UK. The boy wrote her bubbly emails about his closest school chum and his plans for Senior Day. He also expressed a fervent desire to visit her in the US and perhaps even live with her full-time—a dream come true for Elrod, who lamented that she’d never had ******* of her own.

Kevin scheduled a trip to Charlotte for his summer break, and Elrod sent him several hundred dollars to buy the plane ticket. But McGregor informed her that the sum ended up being too little because she hadn’t accounted for the dollars-to-pounds exchange rate. “A few days after, I could tell there was concern in Duke’s messages, there was a distance there,” Elrod says. “It would take him a couple of minutes to reply. I could tell there was something wrong. And then he told me, ‘I haven’t heard from Kevin.’”

~ article is very long so read the rest of it here:

http://www.wired.com/2015/10/online-dating-made-woman-pawn-global-crime-plot/
 
I would agree with public meeting for the first time.

I usually meet at a movie theater during the day or early evening. Information is exchanged on the time and place and a picture. I like to know what they are wearing so when I go to the movie I can see right away if the pic fits the real thing.

There has been a few times that I have met at a movie.. lobby at first and walked out because I just did not get a good feeling.

Actually met one very nice guy, spoke for a while online and decided to meet. When I got there he looked very good but when I walked up to him it was a whole different story. He smelled like old body odor, and I do not think he knew what a tooth brush was. Needless to say it did not go much further.
 
I've met couples from several sites online. Meeting in a public place is normal and since we're adults, there's no reason why we can't. I always request to speak with both him and her. If I cannot speak with her, I know something shady is up. I get shyness, but a simple, "hey great to hear you, look forward to fucking/screwing/throwing water in your face". Just something so I know at least that there are two others in the picture.

I once had a "husband" (not sure if there was a wife) say, "Well, she's asleep and can't talk on the phone, but I will meet you at (a truck stop around Indianapolis), we can go in the bathroom and you can show me your cock so that I know it's really you. Then we can go to our house where you can fuck my wife."

I was like, no thanks bro!

On another occasion, I had been talking with a couple (hadn't met them) until the husband sent a detailed email on how he was in charge and that they were not going to meet in public nor host (red flag for not meeting in public, I get not hosting), but that they would come over to my house and since he was her husband he was going to tell me what I was going to do with her and what he wanted and I had to follow his directions precisely.

My response, "Thanks for your interest in my profile, however I am not sure this would be a good fit. In the future, you may want to tone down the dominance bit, no one appreciates a visitor coming into their home and immediately telling them what to do."

I don't try to be a dick, but I'm always concerned for my personal safety. Why wouldn't I be?
 
I've met couples from several sites online. Meeting in a public place is normal and since we're adults, there's no reason why we can't. I always request to speak with both him and her. If I cannot speak with her, I know something shady is up. I get shyness, but a simple, "hey great to hear you, look forward to fucking/screwing/throwing water in your face". Just something so I know at least that there are two others in the picture.

I once had a "husband" (not sure if there was a wife) say, "Well, she's asleep and can't talk on the phone, but I will meet you at (a truck stop around Indianapolis), we can go in the bathroom and you can show me your cock so that I know it's really you. Then we can go to our house where you can fuck my wife."

I was like, no thanks bro!

On another occasion, I had been talking with a couple (hadn't met them) until the husband sent a detailed email on how he was in charge and that they were not going to meet in public nor host (red flag for not meeting in public, I get not hosting), but that they would come over to my house and since he was her husband he was going to tell me what I was going to do with her and what he wanted and I had to follow his directions precisely.

My response, "Thanks for your interest in my profile, however I am not sure this would be a good fit. In the future, you may want to tone down the dominance bit, no one appreciates a visitor coming into their home and immediately telling them what to do."

I don't try to be a dick, but I'm always concerned for my personal safety. Why wouldn't I be?

Gee, let's meet at a truck stop and let's go into the bathroom and you show me your cock- could that guy have been more obvious?
 
I've met couples from several sites online. Meeting in a public place is normal and since we're adults, there's no reason why we can't. I always request to speak with both him and her. If I cannot speak with her, I know something shady is up. I get shyness, but a simple, "hey great to hear you, look forward to fucking/screwing/throwing water in your face". Just something so I know at least that there are two others in the picture.

I once had a "husband" (not sure if there was a wife) say, "Well, she's asleep and can't talk on the phone, but I will meet you at (a truck stop around Indianapolis), we can go in the bathroom and you can show me your cock so that I know it's really you. Then we can go to our house where you can fuck my wife."

I was like, no thanks bro!

On another occasion, I had been talking with a couple (hadn't met them) until the husband sent a detailed email on how he was in charge and that they were not going to meet in public nor host (red flag for not meeting in public, I get not hosting), but that they would come over to my house and since he was her husband he was going to tell me what I was going to do with her and what he wanted and I had to follow his directions precisely.

My response, "Thanks for your interest in my profile, however I am not sure this would be a good fit. In the future, you may want to tone down the dominance bit, no one appreciates a visitor coming into their home and immediately telling them what to do."

I don't try to be a dick, but I'm always concerned for my personal safety. Why wouldn't I be?

I wonder how many victims this John Wayne Gacy Jr. has buried in the crawl space of his house.

You aren't a dick, just a guy who uses common sense.
 
A number of years back I answered an ad for a married couple that were looking for a "well hung black male" for a 3-some. My mistake was that I just talked to the male half. He assures me that she is "really hot for black cock" and is just a little shy. I get to their house and he introduces me as a friend from work. She is definitely a bit tipsy, not falling down ******* but intoxicated. We are sitting on the sofa and with her between us. I initiate some mild contact and he is pushing for her to get closer and suggests she unzip my pants. As soon as he says that she goes totally ballistic. Starts screaming that he has brought some n--- home to ******* her. She is screaming that she is calling the cops and have him and me thrown in jail. Late 1970's in a predominantly white community I didn't need a crystal ball to know that would go down. I quickly left. There weren't any further repercussions for me but they ended up getting divorced. It was the last time I ever had a first meeting at someones home. The initial meeting is always on neutral ground. When I had the chance to join the group I belong to it was the best thing that happened to my sex life. There are enough women to provide a nice variety, and there really aren't any problems. I get a phone call if I am available we meet. I know my partner will be sane, and very willing. No games, no bull, just great sex
 
A number of years back I answered an ad for a married couple that were looking for a "well hung black male" for a 3-some. My mistake was that I just talked to the male half. He assures me that she is "really hot for black cock" and is just a little shy. I get to their house and he introduces me as a friend from work. She is definitely a bit tipsy, not falling down ******* but intoxicated. We are sitting on the sofa and with her between us. I initiate some mild contact and he is pushing for her to get closer and suggests she unzip my pants. As soon as he says that she goes totally ballistic. Starts screaming that he has brought some n--- home to ******* her. She is screaming that she is calling the cops and have him and me thrown in jail. Late 1970's in a predominantly white community I didn't need a crystal ball to know that would go down. I quickly left. There weren't any further repercussions for me but they ended up getting divorced. It was the last time I ever had a first meeting at someones home. The initial meeting is always on neutral ground. When I had the chance to join the group I belong to it was the best thing that happened to my sex life. There are enough women to provide a nice variety, and there really aren't any problems. I get a phone call if I am available we meet. I know my partner will be sane, and very willing. No games, no bull, just great sex
Good post @Torpedo and thanks for sharing that meet-up 'gone-wrong' horror story for others to be forewarned by.
 
Online Nigerian scammer pleads guilty to blackmailing St. Louis-area women
Posted: Wednesday, March 2, 2016 4:59 PM EST Updated: Thursday, March 3, 2016 10:58 AM EST

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EAST ST. LOUIS, Ill. (KMOV.com) -- A man allegedly behind an international dating scam is behind bars and facing a lengthy prison sentence after a trial in East. St. Louis.

Ilumsa Sunmola pleaded guilty Wednesday to preying on women - both locally and around the United States - by using fake dating profiles on website like Match.com and Plenty of Fish. Sunmola posed as an American serviceman, then demanded money via wire transfers.

Sunmola was arrested in London while he was attempting to board a plane to South Africa, where he lived and where the stolen money was wired.

An Illinois woman told News 4 she was blackmailed after Sunmola threatened to post nude pictures online. Another witness, a Missouri woman, testified that Sunmola's actions ****** her to file for bankruptcy and lose her home and job.

After two days of testimony in the Federal court, Sunmola plead guilty to eight counts.

Sunmola will be sentenced in June.

Copyright 2016 KMOV (Meredith Corporation). All rights reserved.


ref: http://www.kmov.com/story/31369662/...ds-guilty-to-blackmailing-st-louis-area-women
 
By CRIMESIDER STAFF CBS NEWS May 30, 2016, 11:05 AM
Ariz. woman who vanished after online date found slain


TONOPAH, Ariz. -- A missing Arizona woman was found slain in a shallow grave last week, and authorities have arrested a man with whom she went on an online date, reports CBS affiliate KPHO.

25-year-old Angela Russo had been missing since April 19, after reportedly meeting her suspected killer for a date in West Phoenix. Lashawn Johnson, who was already in jail on unrelated charges, was charged with her ******* on Sunday, the station reports.

Russo's body was found buried in the desert in Tonopah, about 50 miles west of Phoenix. Her car was reportedly found burned nearby.

Russo's mom Diana Schalow told the station her ******* met Johnson on an online dating site. She said she was devastated to learn of her *******'s death and was hoping the search would "end differently."

"It does actually give us a slight bit of closure," Schalow said. "You go to sleep with different pain but at least, we've gone searching for her so many times."

Russo's cause of death hasn't yet been released.

© 2016 CBS Interactive Inc. All Rights Reserved.

Reference: http://www.cbsnews.com/news/missing...o-who-vanished-after-online-date-found-slain/
 
I remember I had a n aff account and a person posing as a single female in my area hitting me up. Of course my initial reaction was, "wow she os hot," buuuttt I remember looking at the profile picture and thought hmm that picture was professionally done. The first red flag was obivous, who goes out of their way to get a professionally done profile picture which are very expensive. Second red flag was it was the only picture she had. Sooo, automatically felt distrustful of the whole thing. Yet, she seemed persistent and responded promptly to everything, this fpr whatever reason felt like wow this might be a legit person. We exchanged phone numbers eventually and than finally spoke on the phone and when I say she sounded like william dafoe lol hence why I adruptly got off the phone with laughter
 
You would be a fool if you didn't meet a tenative individual in a public place for an hour or two to make sure you all are on the same page. Within that hour you should be able to read the person pretty well. If you're not comfortable with them it's a no go.
 
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