Dating Deception-Scammers on the Internet of the Month

Millionaire Match Scam

SOUDERTON, Pa. - A homeless man accused of duping 13 women by posing as a millionaire on an Internet dating service was arraigned Wednesday in this Philadelphia suburb Paul Krueger, 50, used a laptop computer to meet the women on www.Millionairematch.com, prosecutors said. He is accused of stealing more than $100,000 from the women after convincing them he was a Grammy-nominated record mogul who needed investors for a new business venture that manufactured DVDs, CDs and other videos. He showed one victim false stock reports detailing the success of his nonexistent new business, according to court papers.

I Suggested We Call The FBI

Every once in a while I get an email from a man who read my bio on one of the dating sites. Usually from the content, tone or use of the English language, I would decide to not send a reply. But Jack’s email seemed sincere and even had some class. His photo on Singlesnet showed a good looking man in his fifties. OK, he was a great looking man. So I answered him. Thus began an increasingly more frequent pattern of emails going back and forth.

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Holding your breath and pressing Enter

At first, when two people begin 'speaking' on the internet, something quite curious happens. They often establish a connection, a bond that is often deeper then they would in person. They are completely safe in their anonymity. They are virtually unafraid and have no need to hide. Being that they came here because they wanted to want to 'fall in love', they are also ready to open their hearts. Fingers fly across keyboards as souls squeeze to fit themselves into empty white boxes on the screen.

It would have been 'tacky' to ask, wouldn't it?

I swung my car into the Mid-Town garage at 6:30PM, relieved that I was going to be on time. I found a parking spot, about five floors up. My little red convertible, my "mid-life mobile" slid between a silver BMW and a white Volvo station wagon. This "blind date" had been the object of my intense anticipation for a week now. The thrill brought a flush to my face. I sat in my car for a moment, thinking of the women that I've met "on-line" in the past few months. Some were fascinating, and some not so fascinating. Each one, though, was an adventure in anticipation.

Donough and Sharon

Donogh pushed his tray along the stainless steel slide that ended in front of the cash register. Every few seconds he turned his head and checked his jacket. It was still undisturbed, piled on the last empty table. Not that he expected somebody to reach over the rail which separated the coffee shop from the steady flow of travelers on the main aisle, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if some thoughtless diner grasping one of the hideous orange trays in both hands and searching for a place to sit, would unceremoniously slide the jacket onto an empty chair and take the table. Donogh’s table.
“Anything else?”