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Before my husband, I mostly met men for relationships and such over the Internet. In fact, I discussed my first explicit encounters in one of my posts. And, I hadn't realized until after I wrote that piece how much of an impact my computer (and most other mobile devices) has had on my sex life!

An article I read the other day addressed my concerns. Social networking sites and personal ads work hand-in-hand, making it so simple to contact a person, get their information, and meet them somewhere for erotic pleasure or otherwise. By removing the buffer of social etiquette and cultural responsibility (dating for marriage and children versus dating for sex), the Internet has allowed its users to search for the "ideal" match without the need to date repeatedly.

It seems like this process, however, accelerates the encounter before it actually happens. For example, I got along very well with a scientist I met on a dating website. After lots of sexting and erotic emails, I finally met him at a bar and realized he was an actual human being. He had an awkward shuffle and a slightly squeaky voice, but underneath his ironed denim jeans was a dick I've seem him stroke on many occasions. I had him turn around so I could see the outline of his ass, which turned out to be far more seductive than actually receiving a picture of his bare bottom (He sent me a few already). In the amount of time one would use to get to know a person, I've used that time to associate the person I see in front of me with his mostly nude, mostly masturbating online persona.

Before we even planned to meet, my oversexed scientist sent me pictures of his engorged cock. He sent me pictures of the syrupy pre-cum that covered his fingers and hands. Already, my mind reeled with fantasies of us hooking up in the bathroom or in a nearby alleyway. Then, we actually met. We talked. And nothing happened! It was like out sexual identities both went into hibernation. I felt like I was grabbing a drink with a buddy, and the date was just a platonic, no-sex-on-the-other-side-of-the-rainbow encounter. But, when we returned back to our apartments, we immediately continued our explicit exchange of emails and pictures! Eventually, I asked what the inevitable conclusion of this would be. And, he introduced me to the plain and simple truth: He wasn't as perverted in person as he was online. In fact, he couldn't understand it himself, the sudden compulsion to provide sexy pics of himself without considering that sex should happen. At least, some form of it.

*Harumph*

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