Now You Know

FuelMix was chatting to a staff member working for the Alexander / Action / ABC / Gateway group of saunas:

Staff:  I seen you before, but you don't come here very often......why not....?

FM:  Busy, tired, sleeping......in that order.....

Staff:   Ah.....but you have very hot body.....I see the Chinese boys follow you.  So easy for you to have fun yeah.....?

FM:  Sometimes, not all the time.....I get rejected too.

Staff:  You should try Alexander in the evenings.  So many people there.  Very easy for you to have fun.

FM:  Haven't been to Alexander in the afternoons or  evenings for a long time.  Last time I went it was soooooooo crowded, I did not  enjoy it.  Could hardly move.

Staff:   Yeah.....Mainland Chinese huh.....?  So many......all the time.  They come there in groups you know......Do you know why so many come to Alexander.....?

FM:   Because it's quite big......?

Staff:   Yes and because they feel safe there......do you know why.....?

FM:   No

Staff:  There are gay saunas in Shenzhen, but they are not safe.....the boys there are very bad......lots of drugs sold there by guys who are not gay, but looking for drug customers.....Also a lot of moneyboys there.......lot of str8 criminal guys there too.  It's not safe - too much trouble even if you leave the sauna and walk on the street.  Also the Police raid the sauna frequently.  If they find gay guys there, sometimes they jail them for 5 or 6 days, then release them.  That's why so many Mainland Chinese come to the Hong Kong saunas like Alexander.  They know there is no crime in the saunas and if the Police come, it will be for an ID check or drugs.  So they tell their friends and they all show up together.

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Chinese Moneyboy Scam 4

What FuelMix Thinks

1.   We don't claim to have the definitive report on the antics of Mainland Chinese Moneyboys operating here in Very Rich Megacity.  For all we know, the people who volunteered information may have been lying through their teeth.  However, FuelMix did personally witness a few things that leads him to cautiously suggest that there may be some grain of truth in what's been written in this series.

2.   FuelMix is happy to accept that there may be thousands of deliriously delighted customers in VRM and the Asian region who swear by the authenticity and ethics of MCMs. That's fine by us. Like anything else, it's a market. Sometimes one get's their money's worth and at other times, one gets ripped off.

3.   Prostitution is legal in VRM. Operating a brothel and living off the proceeds of prostitution, is not.  We suspect that there is a syndicate or two operating the Mainland Chinese gay prostitution trade and that several rundown guesthouses in the Nathan Road / Jordan Road intersection have been taken over by a revolving door of Chinese male escorts that have effectively turned the guesthouse into a brothel.

4.   We also suspect that threats, extortion and intimidation by MCMs may be more prevalent than most people will admit to in polite company. It's almost impossible to seek traditional avenues of redress or law enforcement without giving away, or admitting to,  a lifestyle choice.  That's a high price to pay for many people. So they learn to accept the rip-off as a trade-off,  however traumatizing it might be.

5.   That's why FuelMix simply set it all out, leaving readers to draw their own conclusions and make their own risk assessment.

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Chinese Moneyboy Scam 3

4.   The Scams

1. Meeting in a public place
   
2. Showing up at his place
3. He shows up at your place
4. Doin' It
5. "Whaddya Mean More Money...?? WTF??!!" 

1.   Meeting in a public place - From what we heard and saw, meeting in a crowded public place was by far the safest bet in deciding whether the MCM was real or a fake. A Starbucks coffee shop works well for this purpose, but be aware of lingering resistance on the part of the moneyboy to do so. A customer will have to be very firm in rejecting an MCM who's clearly a fake.  It should be made very clear on the phone that he has to show up alone somewhere public where his stats and appearance will be verified before a final decision is made - and that if he is a fake, no money will be given at all. 

These guys are cocky and thick-skinned, knowing fully well they're fakes, they'll still attempt to obtain reimbursement of "taxi fare".  Show them the fake ad and tell them to fuck off. It is advisable to remain in the coffee shop alone for a while longer to prevent them from following you on the street. We heard stories of some MCMs refusing to leave unless they were paid off.  It can get tricky.

As mentioned above, there can be lingering resistance on the part of the moneyboy to meet in a public place.  Some may suggest meeting in Kowloon Park (which has acquired something of a reputation for attracting MCMs).  These guys aren't stupid. They're cunning and wily. Since they're operating for a syndicate, chances are these MCMs know each other.  If the one who shows up is an obvious fake and is being rejected without being paid off, all it takes is a phonecall and......out of the bushes come his pals to "persuade" his outnumbered "customer".  This can get very nasty.

Some of the people who spoke to us, told us that they had recorded the encounters at a public place on their phone.  Unfortunately they had since deleted them and we weren't able to verify what went down.


2.   Showing Up At His Place..........This is what the MCM actually want because it plays right into the hands of the syndicate which appears to be running the show.  

A lot of them stay in crummy hourly hotels or guesthouses, specifically, at the intersection of Nathan Road and Jordan Road - and even more specifically, near Jordan MTR Station Exits A and B. The buildings in that area are old, dating from the late 1940s. They are not well maintained.

The scam starts at street level. In the course of the phone conversation, the MCM will ask the customer what he looks like or will be wearing. That information is passed to "stringers" hanging around the entrances to the buildings at Exits A and B. Believe it or not, a lot of these "stringers" are women who also operate as touts to funnel newly arrived (Mainland Chinese) tourists into these low-budget guesthouses. Armed with a general description of the customer and the time he's scheduled to arrive, these stringers will approach the customer and ask which guesthouse he's looking for. They'll then point them to the right one.

Alternatively, the MCM and his handler will monitor the travel progress of the customer by sending text messages asking the customer's present location and how long he'll take to get to Exit A or B of Jordan MTR Station.  The customer will be told that on arriving at the right Exit, he should call and the exact location will then be texted to him.  This is an important point. The MCM or his handler will only disclose the exact location at the last minute.

On arriving at the guesthouse, the door may be opened - not by the staff of the guesthouse - but by the MCM's agent or the moneyboy himself (or both). The customer will be led to one of the dingy rooms where for the first time, the customer will realize the escort's stats were a total fake and the atmosphere is pretty menacing. But the customer is outnumbered in that little room by the escort and his handler and cannot leave. There may be an immediate demand for cash at the figure quoted on the phone. Once the cash is handed over, the handler leaves the room.

That's not the end of the customer's liability.  See below in "Whaddya Mean More Money??.....WTF??!!"


3.   He Shows Up At Your Place - Assume that the MCM has agreed to come to the customer's hotel room. We were told that as a matter of safety, it is imperative that the escort should first be met at the lobby i.e. a public location to verify his stats and his fees. This is because some MCMs may show up with a handler who will demand payment upfront. 

If the MCM is a fake, tell them or him to fuck off. If they demand to be paid off before they leave, simply walk up to the hotel Reception Desk, point them out, tell them they're bothering you and get security to throw them out. We were told that it's far safer for the escort and his handler to publicly scream that you hired an escort than to risk something potentially violent in the privacy of the hotel room. Do not make the mistake of bringing them up to your hotel room just to keep things quiet.

Assuming the MCM is genuine, never agree to the handler also coming up to the hotel room.  That is  also asking for trouble. 

A further safeguard before taking the (genuine) MCM to your room is to walk with him to the Reception Desk and tell the staff to telephone you in an hour because you have a very important appointment that you don't want to miss.  The point being made here is:

• to get the staff to have a visual recognition of the MCM;
• to get the MCM's face on the security cameras behind the Reception Desk in case anything goes wrong;

 Look fags, we're just faithfully passing on information from those who admitted to having used MCMs - some with very bitter and traumatic memories.


4.   Doin' It......

• If the MCM is genuine, your fun might last an hour or two depending on what's was agreed beforehand.
• If the MCM is a total fake and the customer is unable to leave the room or the premises (because he's "trapped" in the guesthouse in Jordan), the MCM will completely dictate how long the encounter will last, having received prior orders from his handler. Anecdotally, we hear it can be  over in just 5 minutes. The standard "trick" is for the MCM to "fake an orgasm", shove the customer out of the way, run into the dingy shower next to the bed and wash off. The befuddled customer will be unable to leave because he's still naked and the handler and others are prowling the guesthouse corridor. Be warned...................The MCM emerges from the shower, gets dressed in silence, turns to the customer........................

5.  Whaddya Mean More Money....??!! WTF...??!!

We've already referred to demands for "taxi money" and/or other payoffs where the MCM is a fake and is rejected by the customer at a public location or a hotel lobby. But it gets better..........

Whether or not the MCM is genuine, expect demands for additional cash.

• If the MCM is genuine, he may request a "tip" for services rendered. Some may leave it to the customer to decide, others will specifically request an additional amount. They can be quite persistent and badgering (obviously well trained) and the frustrated, pissed off customer will pay them just to get rid of them.
• If the MCM is a fake, this is where it gets interesting. As we said before, where the customer has ended up at the guesthouse, he's trapped (because the entire guesthouse has apparently been taken over by MCMs and their handlers). The demand for additional cash is delivered in a cold and calculating manner, often with an implicit threat. We've heard anecdotally, it can be extremely un-nerving when the demand for additional cash is first made in the little dingy room by the fake MCM with the fake 5 minute orgasm, backed up by the door being opened and one or more handlers barging in and demanding more cash now.  The customer simply cannot leave without the real fear of violence.
• The amount of additional cash varies widely. Roughly, if the customer was intially quoted HK$1,500.00 either on the phone or in person, the demand for more cash can be in the range of HK$1,000.00 to HK$2,500.00. That means a customer could end up paying HK$2,500.00 to HK$4,000.00 for 5 minutes with a fake MCM. Incidentally, a conned white guy would end up paying more..............
• The "justification" is that the initial figure was for "social companionship" and that since "additional services" were provided, more money has to be paid now. This is a complete reversal of all the assurances and promises made on the phone when the customer first set up the appointment.
• The customer may not have the additional cash. In that case:

  (a) a demand will be made to hand over his credit card with additional "handling fees" being imposed.This should never be handed over.

   (b) One or more handlers will accompany the utterly terrified customer from the guesthouse to the nearest ATM of his bank. This is effectively a mugging because the handler will demand that the customer hand over his mobile phone or in some cases, his ID card, which will only be returned when the additional cash is handed over. The preferred modus operandi is to use the ATMs in the MTR Stations since several banks are represented there and the handler can then disappear into the crowd.

• We were not able to find out what happens when it's after 1am, the MTR stations are closed and the customer is trapped in the guesthouse without additional cash.

Coming up in Part 4: What FuelMix Thinks

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May The Best Man Wank

With a temperature of 6 Degrees Celsius, mist and drizzle the other day, FuelMix didn't feel like hitting his usual gym and opted instead to drop in at the nearby Clubhouse gym.

One of the Function Rooms near the gym was holding a wedding reception.  There was a crowd of peeps there, all dressed up and the place was packed.  The overflow had spilled into the corridors with some interesting looking dudes prancing with the bridesmaids, guests and assorted pussies.

The Gym is surrounded by plate glass walls, so anyone can look in. That "anyone" turned out to be an Asian dude in a dark dress suit, elegant tie, a pocket square and a carnation in his lapel. He was gazing at FuelMix long and hard.  The dude was identically dressed to 2 other guys so the 3 of them were obviously the Groom's official wedding posse.

FuelMix smirked. He'd noticed this guy chatting to the other guests in a very loud nasal twang. He was obviously a Banana - now apparently looking for banana.  This lone Asian in a dress suit and carnation had zoned out of the tedious socializing that always goes with nuptials and was fixated on FuelMix, shyly smiling and licking his lips. FuelMix's slightly sweaty body hugging T was doing its magic and FuelMix's investment in gym time was being noticed - by an important guest at a wedding, no less.

FuelMix turned to look at the dude, his gaydar on full scan.  The dude smiled and winked, gently tossing his head in the direction of the toilets at the end of the corridor. "Pretty ballsy", thought FuelMix, "testosterone wins out over estrogen anyday.  All those perfumed pussies, he probably couldn't handle the smell of fish".

The dude walked calmly towards the toilet, adjusting his carnation, glancing sideways into the gym as he did so.  The invitation was unmistakeable.  Counting slowly to 20,  FuelMix quietly entered the empty toilet to find the dude in a cubicle, pants down, cock hard, licking his lips, stroking himself while motioning to FuelMix to enter the opposite cubicle so the dude could ogle him.

FuelMix duly obliged, removed his muscle shirt and dropped his shorts.  The dude's jaw dropped and he fell to his knees, stroking furiously.  Ever the immortal exhibitionist, FuelMix delivered some carnal eye candy from various angles, including a lap dance on the squeaky clean, totally disinfected toilet seat, buck naked except for his socks and gym shoes.  The dude grinned in a crazed fashion, closed his eyes, moaned and shot his load - at the precise moment a pussy's voice outside the toilet door - with the same irritating nasal twang - enquired, "Rodney...!!.... Honey are you in there.....? We're gonna take the pictures with the bridesmaids....!".

The dude was still in a post-orgasmic torpor, a gob of cum tricking down his black dress pants, his lapel carnation a tad wilted.  FuelMix winked, shrugged on his gym get-up, walked to the main door of the toilet and opened it.  There stood a bridesmaid in some godawful cream coloured number.

"Rodney! Are you coming.....?" she enquired earnestly.

"Redundant question", thought FuelMix, padding back into the gym.


Originally published 17 February 2010
Amended and Republished 22 February 2014

Somewhere Over The Rainbow 2

FuelMix continued his conversation with the gay financial planner operating in Vancouver's gay ghetto.  As in Part 1, the points made are universal and are published to trigger some thought.

FM: What’s the deal with the younger fags in Vancouver's ghetto...? The 20 – 30s crowd?  

FFP: A train wreck waiting to happen. 

FM: Why? 

FFP: A lot of them moved here from smaller towns. Lousy families with emotional issues stacked to the ceiling. Basically they fled here so they could be fags. 

FM: Nothing wrong with looking for personal and emotional freedom is there? 

FFP: No…..and this is the weirdest thing…..you know how High School was miserable for many fags.....couldn’t fit in……peer pressure or hostility…..bullying….bashing….? 

FM: Uh…huh. 

FFP: The same thing happens in the ghetto. They don’t bash but they bully in a funny exclusionary kind of way. 

FM: I don’t’ understand 

FFP: There’s tons of pressure to do the whole drug scene, the bar scene, the baths, the afterparties, that whole “Oh My God!” squealing twink shit, the tattoos, the piercings..… 

FM: What about the money? 

FFP: Zip. These guys are paycheck to paycheck. Maxed out on their credit cards. They have a lot of credit cards. 

FM: So what do you advise them to do? 

FFP: Get out of debt would be nice. I can’t help them invest or advise them to do anything else. These young fags have staggering amounts of debt – and they think it’s all good 'coz all their friends live the same way. 

FM: What kinda jobs do they have? 

FFP: I hate to say it….but low level retail. Sometimes 2 or 3 jobs. If they’re lucky they might get into low level corporate. My guess is that very few will actually get to senior executive level. 

FM: So technically they have 2 or 3 sources of income but are still in major debt? What’s going on?

FFP: No discipline. It’s like they dumped their families, fled here, looked around for fuckbuddies or boyfriend-of-the-moment and then it’s paaahhh-teeee 

FM: Do they keep their jobs for long? 

FFP: Nope. They flit. 

FM: So they flit between low level retail jobs? 

FFP: Yeah and apartments. 

FM: Huh? 

FFP: Coz they’re maxed out, they can’t afford the rent for long. 

FM: So there’s no stable roof over their heads and no stable job?

FFP:  Pretty much. Like I said, train wreck waiting to happen.

Originally published 14 April 2007
Republished 21 February 2014

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Soundtrack Of Our Lives

FuelMix was in the gym, doing the usual.  In walked a middle aged White Whale - waa--aaay too ugly to be gay.  Nobody paid him any attention.  

All FuelMix remembers was seeing the White Whale drag a mat to one corner and lie on it.

Somewhere during FuelMix's Widegrip Lateral Pulldowns, a soundtrack took over the gym: 

OOh yeah......gonna make it nice and slick.....ya know you're gonna hurt after this....just relax and open up......yeah that's it.....now tighten it.....c'mon tighten it.....I said tighten it 'coz I wanna find the right angle to make you feel it......oooh yeah!!......you're gonna so remember this baby....you know you will....uhh...uhhh... uhhh.....uhhhh....keep the rhythm with me......yeah.....that's it....ooooh yeah.....oh yeah.....that is sooooo tight baby......oooohh.......keep it tight for me.....c'mon I need this...... 

Heads began to swivel.....WTF.....?  Had the predictably lousy nigga rap shit and club tracks drivel that they pipe into the gym finally been hijacked by porn...?   

Oh yeah...!!  yeah.....keep those abs tight while you thrust.....c'mon thrust.....yeah like that.....just like that....are you burning for me...??....are you....??....'coz you're so tight now.....oh God.....feels so good...!!....uuhh.....uuhh..... 

Slowly reality dawned.  In his little corner of the Life Fitness universe, the White Whale had laid down on the mat, propped up his I-Pad and turned up the volume on an interactive Ab Crunching Video led by an oleagenous-voiced compression shirt- clad trainer who should have been dubbing for Japanese Gay Anime.

But the best was yet to come....

UUhhh.....can't hold it much longer.......uhhh......can't hold back.....gotta release what's inside.....oh God.....just gotta release it.......just a little more now......c'mon just a little more now.....oh God.....oh God.....gonna have to let this pressure go....oooooh yeah.....ooooooohhhh yeeeaahhh!!!......aaaaahhhh!!...aaaahhhhh!!!......gonna fire off this pressure now......here it comes.......uuuuhhhh...uuhhhhhhh......aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!............

Breathing hard and with his legs now spread in the air, the White Whale let out a massive gasp and lay there twitching and moaning, beached on the mat in his own sweat.   

The rest of the gym gulped.

Originally published 31 May 2012
Republished 17 February 2014

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Chinese Moneyboy Scam 2

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Somewhere Over The Rainbow 1

FuelMix was chatting to a fag financial planner (FFP), marketing his services to the gay ghetto in Vancouver. We think the points made in it are universal. The conversation went like this: 

FM: Raking it in? 

FFP: Yeah…it’s easier than I thought. 

FM: Oh….? 

FFP: The older fags, mid 40s and up, seem to have some sense about planning their future. But they’re leaving it too late. 

FM: Meaning…………? 

FFP: Till they get hit with HIV or surgery or some other health problem. Then they wake up….but by that time they’re desperate so they scramble around looking for any financial product. 

FM: Can they analyse? 

FFP: Nope....no fuckin’ clue.  

FM: So what do they buy? 

FFP: Usually mutual funds 

FM: You sell ‘em? 

FFP: Yup. I have a catalogue with several hundred mutual funds I can offer. 

FM: So…how does the fag pick his mutual funds? 

FFP: You know, I just give them the book, they flip thru it, pick one or two. 

FM: That’s it? 

FFP: Pretty much. 

FM: No analysis? 

FFP: Nope 

FM: How come? 

FFP: They think there’s a cachet in having their money “professionally managed”…and besides, you know Danny is having that dinner party tonite, and they’re gonna sit around talking opera. 

FM: Are these fags rich? 

FFP: No, not by a long shot. There’s the super-rich fags who are smart and savvy, and there’s these other guys…..you know, “hey I’m investing, I’ve got a mutual fund”. 

FM: Where do the smart savvy super-rich fags hang out? 

FFP: Anywhere but the ghetto. 

FM: Why are you in the ghetto? 

FFP: It’s easy money. These guys don’t know much, they’re too embarrassed to ask questions and then there’s the realization they’ve left it too late. Their hands are kinda tied. 

FM: Do they make healthy gains on their mutual funds? 

FFP: Most of them lose. These fund managers nickel and dime them to death whether they get in, or get out. 

FM: So don’t these fags analyze their statements from the fund company? 

FFP: No not really. They’ll call me up and whine. I listen and tell them to hang in there. And after all their money’s “professionally managed” right? 

FM: They buy that? 

FFP: Yeah pretty much. It’s like a menstrual cycle. I’ll get a call every 3 months from a fag who’ll complain that his investment is tanking. And I’ll soothe his feathers and that’ll be it. 

FM: If this is what they’re doing, will they have any real money to retire on? 

FFP: No. There’s a lot of bullshit out there. They like to brag that they’ve taken “early retirement” and they’re now ‘travelling and seeing the world” – but they’re expenses are like…whoa….and they don’t have a fuckin’ clue where the money’s going. A lot of them are on meth and stuff, so a lot of cash just kinda goes up in smoke. 

FM: What about the younger fags? 

FFP: Don’t get me started……………………..

Coming up in Part 2: The younger fag and their finances.

Originally published 14 April 2007

Amended and Republished 15 February 2014

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In Pot We Profit

We've been watching the emerging signs in the West, especially God's Own Country (and Uruguay) -  the gradual decriminalization of marijuana:

• the realization of its endemic consumption;
• law enforcement's losing battle against weed on all fronts;
• the proliferation of clandestine growing operations;
• the call for legalizing medical marijuana;
• the desperate need for municipal and state revenues since 2008;
• municipal and state initiatives to legalize, regulate and tax the sale of marijuana;
• legalization justified on the grounds of quality control, "responsible sale", excluding criminal cartels;

And now...... here's what we see:

• Tourism Marijuana - that's right fags. Expect certain "liberal" clusters of legalized regulated weed in parts of God's Own Country to attract hordes of out-of-towners to bang and bong;
• Fraud Street - Marijuana derivatives anyone....? Marijuana Futures Index.....? Marijuana Mutual Funds....? Marijuana Options and Hedging Contracts....?  Why not....? Like soya beans, cotton, copper and pork bellies, pot is a commodity is it not....?  And it's not like it's high risk right.....?  After all grandma, grandpa, mom and dad and the kids have all tried it or are doing it;
• A surge of venture capital from newly minted "accredited investors" taking advantage of the recent changes in the US investments laws to invest directly in start-up companies; And FuelMix is gonna bet his cute muscled ass that they're gonna be some very interesting pot-fuelled startups in God's Own Country. We'd love to know what the "No smoking" and Passive Smoking policy in the workplace for these companies is going to be.........;
• Big Pharma getting in on the Pot act - you think they're gonna let this one slide....?? Yeah right. They're gonna produce high-potency chemical pot and start buying up arable land for weed production.  They have the pull and the politicians in their pocket;

Somehow, FuelMix knows he's right on this one.

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ABC Sauna 18

6/F Cheong Hing Building, 

72 Nathan Road, 

Tsim Sha Tsui, 

Kowloon, Hong Kong
MTR: Tsim Sha Tsui Station, Exit A 2

Tel: 2301 - 4500
Note: NOT open 24 hours. 
Opening times 2pm to 1am.  Call to confirm. Staff speak good English.

It's been a while since we had an update of this place. Courtesy of our friendly GAM on the street we're told that more Mainland Chinese in their 20s and 30s are showing up - some with considerable amounts of tattoos, including half body and full body tattoos.  We believe him 'coz we saw one guy at Big Top, an obvious Mainland Chinese (they're pretty easy to pick out in a sea of local Cantonese - their facial features are quite different and so is their Mandarin accent) covered in body "art".

Older GWMs continue to show up.  These guys live here, but word has also reached older GWM tourists who like the place because it's close to the hotels in Tsim Sha Tsui. Not sure how much action they're actually getting because, says our GAM friend, ABC's clientele mainly tends to be Sticky Rice.

That might also explain the drop in Filipinos at ABC.  There used to be a ton of them there a couple of years ago. Our GAM friend agreed and told us the Filipinos are showing up at Central Escalator, Alexander and Action. He did however point out that on several occasions, he'd seen guys from Thailand at ABC in groups of 2 and 3.

Prime time for ABC on weekdays, says our GAM throat on the street, is between 3pm and 8:30pm. (Oh and one tidbit......he tells us that as the place thins out after 9pm and up to closing at 1am, the Front Desk staff are known to get horny with "selected" customers).

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Connectivity

It was pathetic to see. The fags were hanging on the message boards. Each one put out a line, no one nibbled in a meaningful way, except to condemn or commiserate. On and on it went, page after page of firing blanks. Even if it was a numbers game, no one had taught them about the law of diminishing returns. Desperate to hook up, they viewed each other’s posts with a mixture of déjà vu and contempt. Not one of them had the courage to cut their losses and walk, never to return. They were on the web – caught in their own web.

Originally published 1 May 2006
Republished 2 February 2014

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