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How I Helped Toronto Police Catch a Criminal

I’ve always educated men who I know and especially don’t yet know that their anonymity won’t get past me. Withheld numbers don’t cut the mustard in my world. Nor do false names and all other strategies that men employ to protect their identities from women in roles similar to and very different from mine. I fully empathize with people’s intentions to protect their identities when they haven’t yet dealt with me and don’t know who they’re signing up for. But I’m also a stranger to them when they come across me, yet they can see details on my site down to my breast size. So me having their full real names, phone numbers, and email addresses must surely be fair.

In the States high end companions and women playing other roles are notorious for wanting their prospects’ home addresses, work details, drivers’ licences, and even passport numbers! [God bless America!] The bottom line of this is protecting ourselves. This is also why I encourage men to do their research. And I practice what I preach, hence do mine. I’ve always had a naturally inquisitive mind which could never help bringing out the detective in me. Well, here’s one time when the detective struck gold!

Here’s the story:

One day I received an email from a junior 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. Albeit I smelt something suspicious, I called the number just to be sure my intuition was not misleading me. I asked to speak to the guy and he said 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 again denied having sent it.

The next day

the correspondence continued. The writer started pouring out a lot of emotional baggage. He mentioned his exgirlfriend, her apartment number and address [in a building where my friend lives, so I knew the address was real] having dug his gold and how she pissed him off etc. I rode along with it and albeit remaining cautious, kept a cool head. After a few more exchanges of emails the writer suggested that we meet for a coffee downtown. I said it would be nice, because I wanted to find out what the writer’s next reaction would be. Then the conversation went quiet for a few days. When the suggested date of the coffee meeting approached, I mailed him to ask where and what time we could meet. I received no response, so left it at that and life went on.

After a few days

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 he was single… So that was why he didn’t contact me. At this point he again asked me to call his work number. I did. And when I spoke to the guy, he again denied having sent any of that correspondence. I suggested that he must’ve been set up and added the suggestion that he think through his networks of friends and enemies.

He thanked me for being helpful and asked me to forward him any correspondence. He added that he’d forward it to the bank’s 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 my forwarding of the correspondence and that was the last time I had contact with the real guy.

As if by magic,

the emails stopped. But after over a week I received an invitation to connect on LinkedIn… Yes, from the banker. So I deliberately accepted and observed his profile, complete with his connections, etc. It all looked immensely real – his work details, his connections from the financial world, even his resume, education, the lot! Seriously, the gullible would have fallen for this without question. His impersonator must have known him well! However, there were a few clues that would make the more detective minds suspicious. So I was 95% convinced that I was connecting to the impersonator and not to the real banker.

Nonetheless I went with it. I accepted his invitation and the correspondence moved to LinkedIn. Here I adopted a more confrontational strategy. My first question to him was whether he was the real guy. He said he was. A few messages later I asked him 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. So I went straight into it.

The writer responded that he didn’t have his photo blurred, which was a recognition of the fact that I was too observant for his liking. Next the writer wrote how nice a woman [characterwise] I was and encouraged me to call him on the work number for a chat. So this time I decided to go bold and back him into a corner. I suggested that he call me and had long predicted that it would never happen.

This suggestion indeed killed it.

All correspondence stopped in a whisk, and he never called me. However, another person called me – 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 with a constable who brought me all the email correspondence and asked me to write a statement for the courts. I duly did and all was wrapped up by the end of the second month from the incident.

So the moral of the story is:

reread and respect the first paragraph of this post! Don’t mess with people, because you never know who you’re messing with! If you’re hiding 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.


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