A HUGE part of each online romance scam is, of course, the romance. Some scammers are more successful at this part than others. A very few take it nice and slow and put in the time and effort to actually try to gently reel in their targets. Mine did, sort of, but very few others have. Most use a more blunt, frantic approach that is rather startling. I recently had one guy who, in under 24 hours, made contact on Words With Friends, moved us off to Hangouts, and then asked me for a gift card. This guy had no time to spare. Too bad for him, I deployed my usual tactics (including Blessing’s previously-redeemed Steam card photos), and wasted his next two days.
What I want to share today, though, are some of the most fantastic attempts at wooing that I’ve had flung at me. “Clovis Joe” was definitely the champion in that he had some really delightfully flowery messages, and he had one or two great one-liners. But he was astoundingly bad at sexting. I mean. REALLY bad at it. So bad that I didn’t even know he was doing it until he was about done. I mean.
Before we got to that, though, we had to wade through the buckets and buckets of dreck:
As you can probably tell, the hardest aspect of this part of the counter-scam is coming up with appropriate responses to each and every volley to keep him engaged. I’m also unwilling to venture too far into the realm of lies. I’ll type some encouraging tepid stuff, but I’m certainly not going to use the “L” word. I save Love for when I mean it. The same cannot be said for “Clovis Joe”.
You can see why I appreciated receiving the long email from “Roy Haskins” so that we got all of this out of the way in one fell swoop. It’s REALLY slow going when the chatting version is the MO. The juxtaposition was top-notch, though, when I received my favorite one-liner from “Clovis Joe”: “Without you, my life can be compared to a broken pencil: it is totally pointless.” He’s the champ.
But you want to see the really bad sexting don’t you? Ironically, it was the sexting that ended our time together, but not because it was so bad. It was because, even though I’m messing with these guys and their finances, I can’t mess around with sexting. Maybe it was some residual guilt about Blessing and his pictures. Maybe it’s loyalty to someone else. But “Clovis Joe” went too far, so I bailed. There also wasn’t much to stick around for:
And so I left him. Told him, “Nope, I’m done. It’s been real.” He was baffled. He got over it. Or he didn’t. I don’t know.
I’m coming to the end of my time in this occupation, though. The stakes have gotten higher recently, and yesterday I got passed up to deal with the boss. He asked me why I’m doing what I’m doing. I came up with about 7 answers, but none of them were good. None of them were enough to justify the amount of time and energy that I spend on this. So, I’m going to tap out now and return this blog to its regularly scheduled programming. I’m done. It’s been real.
Once Blessing got in touch with me, we were off and running. Chat, chat, chat. We traded a couple pictures. He told me I was sweet, beautiful, the woman of his dreams, etc., etc. And by the end of our first evening chatting, he was expressing his love for me and asking whether I loved him too. I said, “I just met you.” He sent me some lovey-dovey .jpgs to say good night:
And then he sent me one that I think he completely misjudged:
We chatted for several more days, with a couple of voice calls sprinkled in. He sounded very young, like maybe 22 or so. A young ‘un. Finally, he triggered the scam and asked me for a Steam gift card. (Did I tell you about the different types of gift cards? You know how you can buy gift cards for different merchants, like Amazon, iTunes, or Cabela’s? Well a Steam card is used to buy games and tends to be favored by these scammers, because it has a relatively high rate of exchange.) So, I didn’t bat an eyelash; I just told him that I’d go to the store later in the day. And then I crossed a line.
Just to see how far I could push him, I asked him for photos in return for the Steam card. I asked him for photos of a particular part of his anatomy that many men seem to enjoy sharing with little prompting, but which this poor guy seemed to be quite shy about. He offered a video call instead of photos, but I cajoled him. I pressured him. I did precisely what women hate for men to do to them. And I feel really gross about it. Really gross — mostly because it worked. He did ask for comparable photos of me, but I told him not to be greedy, that he had to choose between a Steam card and pictures. That was when he first surprised me. He proved himself to be less of an amateur than my friend and I had thought: he chose the Steam card. All right then, kid. Let’s dance.
I had a Steam card that had already been redeemed, but which was still sitting in the glove compartment of my vehicle (because I don’t throw anything out.) You see where I’m going? No you don’t. I took a picture of the back of the card. I loaded that photo into Photoshop. I carefully added back in some of the grey stuff that had been scratched off the code, in order to cover the last digit. I saved another version of the photo. Yeah.
On what would be the last day of our relationship, I “took three tries” to send the doctored photo of the redemption code. When I was finally successful, he was delighted. We chatted throughout the day, while I waited for him to figure out that it was a digit short and a dollar late. By the time we got to that realization, he had asked me for money for his passport and visa, and he asked me to buy a plane ticket to visit him and bring him back to the States with me. The major issue here (aside from the obvious) was that he knew neither how much his passport and visa would cost, nor how I should get the money to him. I almost suggested Western Union, but then I just offered to send him a check (knowing full well that that’s an absurd idea).
I “searched for” the card and groveled some more; I know the groveling is pretty pathetic, but it helps to keep the scammer invested in my cause. It makes me seem like a truly needy woman who will do anything to make it up to my man, which makes it so much easier to reel him in and waste more of his time. See? They are as gullible and susceptible to manipulation as we targets are. Finally, half an hour later, I sent him the picture with the full code. We then chatted throughout the rest of the afternoon, while he cooked and ate his dinner (he sent me pictures of his food), and he finally signed off with declarations of undying love in order to go take a shower and go to bed, a little before I closed my store at 6 PM. Jump to almost 9 PM my time, which is almost 2 AM his time. That’s when he discovered that the code was bad.
This is another indication that he’s a bit inexperienced in this line of work. I have never known any other scammer to admit frustration at this point in the relationship. Normally, they are very stoic and incredibly supportive. But this poor kid is just in over his head. He just wants his money and for the whole thing to be over. So, after a few more protestations of my ignorance and some apologies, I put him out of his misery. I said, “Oh wait. I know what happened”:
“Yeah, you know what? This is the card that I gave my boyfriend. My boyfriend in Lagos. Yeah, he redeemed it in May. Then I must have photoshopped some grey stuff back on it to cover the last digit before I sent it to you the first time today. Then when you finally had the full code, of course it didn’t work. Yeah, that must be what happened. Be careful who you try to scam.” (Again, the bit about the boyfriend in Lagos may or may not be true. It was used for effect.)
And Blessing tries to live up to his name. He does an admirable job…until he brings up the personal pictures he sent me. That’s when things really go south. He said, “I’m not the first right?” “You were the first to go this far, yes. You were the first to be foolish enough to accidentally send me a photo of yourself.”
I later asked my friend what “Jaja house” means, and he told me that it sounds like voodoo. That’s when I realized that I’ve probably got a voodoo curse on me now. Damn. Oh well…whatcha gonna do? Anyway, Blessing and I went back and forth some more: “You’re messing with other people’s lives. You don’t get to dodge that responsibility just because you ran up against someone who could fight back.” But, by the end, it seemed that it was most important to him that he convince me that the photos he sent were not of himself. That they were photos he had found online and sent to me. I told him I didn’t care. Poor innocent. Better not play with fire then, kid.
Those were the last words we exchanged. And he probably never saw my retort, judging by where his little avatar sits. As bad as I feel about dragging an amateur through that, and for sexually harassing him, some part of me is holding on to hope that he might be turned off from this line of work. I know, he probably won’t be, mostly because there are SO FEW OPTIONS for gainful employment in Nigeria, but I do hold out some hope. But, for now, that is the story of My Blessing.
To twist the knife a little, I messaged Roy Hawkins to thank him for introducing us. I have since used the same Steam card photos on a number of other scammers, to great success. But, I feel that my career in this pastime is limited. It’s not much of a challenge anymore, though I am now trying to see if I can get another one to drop the fictional persona and reveal himself to me. I haven’t succeeded yet, but I might try a few more times. Next post will be shorter — just some choice quotes — but I thank you for going on the Blessing ride with me.
Just a little post because I had to share this message that I got this morning. One of my scammers asked me what I found attractive in men, and he then responded with his list of requirements for women:
“I like persons with the following: little or light body hair, a nice clean smell, direct eye contact, smiles, appropriate polite adult behavior, a pleasant demenor, a symetrical face with a cute button nose, and good hygiene in general.”
Wow. That’s…very specific. And not at all attractive.
And now to Blessing. Ah, Blessing. He’s a special scammer. Our conversation started like so many others, with a game on Words With Friends. My initial contact was with “Roy Haskins”, former US military man currently serving with a UN peace-keeping force in Syria. We eventually moved on to my dedicated account on Hangouts and continued the conversation there. But then things got interesting.
As scammers tend to do, “General Haskins” soon bombarded me with a number of photos to establish his identity. Except, that “General Haskins” made a very foolish mistake. He sent me a photo of a mature, Caucasian, decorated military man. Then he sent a photo of a young black man staring at a cell phone. Then came another photo of an older white man in uniform.
Oh, honey. Oh, no you didn’t!
This fool sent me a photo of his actual self, sandwiched between two photos of his fictitious persona. I couldn’t believe it. That was just unimaginably careless. How could he have done that? I stared at my screen for minutes, literally, trying to understand what had just happened. But he made no mention of the mistake, so I followed suit. We just continued on chatting as if the sky hadn’t just fallen on his head. I did, however, send his photo to a certain acquaintance of mine who is dialed into this community and said, “Please tell me you know him. Please!!” Unfortunately, my friend didn’t recognize him, but we did agree he was a rank amateur. But what to do? Oh, so many possibilities!
Overnight, “Roy Haskins” sent me quite a long email expressing his desire to find a special woman to spend the rest of his life with, blah, blah, blah — standard scammer fare. I don’t usually encounter it in email form, so it was a nice change in this case; it’s tough going when it comes across piecemeal in chats. (More on that in a future post.) But the lengthy email did give me a clue as to how I could make my scammer’s life more interesting:
Then I sent him back his own photo. You can just imagine what happened then.
Long story short, later that day, “General Haskins” had been abandoned (with thanks from me for playing matchmaker) and Blessing and I were chatting away on Hangouts. By the time we had signed off that night, I had his English and last names, his email address, several photos of him, and the approximate area in Nigeria in which he lives. By the end of our conversation, I would also have his cell phone number.
The moral of this story? Scammers are as easy to scam as some targets are, if not easier. The common trait that we share is unabashed optimism. We want to believe the lovely words and promises are true. They HAVE to think that this target could be the one that works out. They HAVE to follow all leads in the hopes that this one will be the big pay off. But the one trait that they seem to lack utterly is skepticism. I have only had contact with one scammer who seemed to push back at all on my counter-scamming. All of the others have just followed along, seemingly trusting that everything that I was typing was completely sincere. I’m very curious to know whether there is any awareness on their part that there are some people who will intentionally waste their time. I’ll do some research and see what I can find out.
But, back to Blessing: yes, there is much more to this story. I really ran this poor kid through the wringer. I call him a “poor kid” because he was completely out of his depth. There were scams he tried to run on me that he just had no idea how to go about it. Also, I am highly skeptical that we has anywhere near 33 years old. And, yes, there was one thing that I did that I am ashamed of. I did cross a line. It has nothing to do with whether he deserved it. I shouldn’t have done it; I certainly won’t do it again. But, that story will have to wait. Be sure to follow my blog so you don’t miss out on “My Blessing; The Counter-Scam”.
I know that by now you may be thinking that this blog has wandered far from its original purpose of examining not-good-choices of my past and how they have affected my life. But, no, I’m still on track. It’s just that I’m now examining not-good-choices that I am making in my present life. This hobby of mine (baiting online scammers) is certainly not a good idea, because it takes up a lot of my attention that I could be devoting to other projects. And it may have succeeded in getting a voodoo curse placed on my head (I promise I’ll get to that story.) I continue with it, though, for a few reasons. Yes, it’s fun. Yes, it’s a little vigilante justice. But it’s also a bit of a creative outlet that allows me to clear my head as I move among the various other projects that I have going on.
When I get into a scam to harass the scammer, I have a couple different methods, depending on how the scammer plays. My over all purpose, though, is just to waste his time. Any time and energy that he devotes to me is time and energy that he’s not devoting to a target who might actually give in. If he is especially keen or foolish or interesting in some way, then there is more fun to be had, like with the voodoo guy. (He was a doozy…it’s probably going to take a couple of posts to do him justice.) But that’s why I’ll sound very tolerant and patient with most of my responses — I’m not answering like a real person. I just want to keep him on the line so that he thinks I’m worth his time.
Anyway, as promised last time, here is most of a conversation that I had with one of my more persistent scammers. Unfortunately, the thing ended “not with a bang but a whimper” in that I eventually got caught up in another conversation and just stopped writing back, but I did have a little fun along the way. Especially since this guy was so…not good at his job. Firstly, we had some language difficulties. Secondly, most scammers will try to be charming, and if they can’t quite achieve charming, they will err on the side of fawning. They’ll call their targets “dear” and “love” and “honey” and say how beautiful and sweet the women are. This guy had trouble with that.
I especially like how the “Dear” was such an afterthought that it got its own message. Also, as he moved through the “getting to know you” portion of the script, he really couldn’t have cared less how I answered. He was just going to proceed to the next question, regardless of what I said. In that sense, I suppose, he was quite similar to some actual dates I’ve been on.
My response below, though, did throw him a curve-ball. It took him five and a half hours to come up with his favorite color once I blew his scripted answer out of the water:
You can see why I tired of playing with this one to the point of just not typing back to him. It didn’t even register with him when I told him my favorite hobby:
Yeah. He was good for a couple days’ entertainment. But the next scammer was in a category all his own. From making a spectacular mistake at the beginning of our conversation to falling head-over-heels for my counter-scam, he will go down in my hall of fame. Next time: A Blessing All My Own.
In my last post, I shared the one that got me hooked. In this post are some of the ones that kept me playing the game. As I said before, I do not lack for scammers to play with. And they’re just so fun (and easy) to bait. (Unfortunately, I don’t have screenshots for all of these conversations, but I did take contemporaneous notes — I’m old school like that.) DISCLAIMER: Do not try this at home! I am writing this blog so that you don’t have to mess with these guys!
Most of these conversations took place while chatting on Words With Friends. They always start with a benign greeting, and then move on to “were you playing from“. (It’s almost always spelled like that, too.) Then comes “are you married with kids“. (Question marks appear to be afterthoughts, even to the extent that they are sometimes added in subsequent messages all their own.) Soon after will come a long-winded avalanche of their own backstories: “I am from (some American city, state), but I’m currently overseas in (Syria, Afghanistan, Ukraine, North Sea) because of (military, UN peace-keeping mission, oil and gas company). I have (one, two, three) sons — It’s almost always sons. Why is it almost always sons? — but my wife died (five, ten, fifteen) years ago from (a car crash, cancer).” Often the personal history is longer than that, but generally it comes in an unsolicited rush.
If they’re good at their job, the chat will include a couple of mentions of how nice and sweet I am, how they like my profile picture. Maybe they want to send me pictures, or have me send them pictures, so can we move off Words With Friends to another messaging app? Sometimes they’ll suggest an app, but I’ll always steer them to my scam-the-scammers account on Hangouts. And that’s the thing to remember when scamming the scammers (do not try this at home): the target has ALL the power. The scammers do everything they can to not let me realize it, but the target has ALL the power. I have what they want, so I get to dictate terms. And I do.
During one of these get-to-know-you chats, one scammer asked me my favorite color, so I said, “I’d have to say black.” He responded with something to the effect of, “My favorites are red and white. Because red is the color of roses and passionate love and white is the color of a pure heart, and that’s what I am, I have passionate love with a pure heart.” Oh, brother! Classic scammer dreck, run-on sentences and all! This was the guy that I busted, when he asked to move to another messaging platform, with “No, thank you. I already have a Nigerian scammer boyfriend. I can’t afford another one.” And then I played a 79 point word. His profile didn’t stick around long. (It may or may not be true that I have a Nigerian scammer boyfriend. You’ll have to buy my upcoming books to find out.)
But the best part of this story is that the next day, as I was wrapping up another chat with another scammer, this second scammer asked me my favorite color. I replied with, “I’d have to say black.” And he responded with EXACTLY THE SAME WORD-FOR-WORD DRECK as the guy from the night before. I couldn’t help it; I just laughed at him: “Hahahaha! Oh you guys really need to coordinate better. I got the exact same line from another scammer last night! Not for nothing, but it’s really insulting that you’re not at least putting in your own work in coming up with original material. Away with you!” His profile disappeared immediately.
The next time someone asked my favorite color, I said, “Black. Let me guess: yours are red and white.” I think I’ll recount this particular chat in its entirety next time. It was kind of awesome for a number of reasons.
But here’s my last, and favorite, one for today. This one was on Instagram. He tried so hard, but he just couldn’t master American geography:
Can you blame me for my new hobby? But again…don’t try this at home. I may have gotten a voodoo curse placed on me recently, but that’s a story for another time.
I’m going to skip over a rather large episode in my life that was the result of a number of not-good-choices, and jump straight to one of the side effects of said episode: my new hobby. I’ll write about the large episode later, but, for now, suffice to say that I now spend my “free time” baiting and harassing online scammers. It’s so fun, and there are so many out there, that I am rarely at a loss for entertainment.
I suppose I should first offer a bit of an “online scam” primer for those of you who have been fortunate enough to not encounter such annoyances online. Let me preface this with a disclaimer that all of the following information comes from my personal experience. It’s not necessarily all universally true, but I have seen it to be true a great deal of the time in my encounters. I also do not recommend this as a pastime AT ALL. It takes up a lot of energy and, to be successful, you need to meticulously maintain a balance between vulnerability and defensive awareness.
I have found many of my scammers (or I suppose they have found me) on various social media platforms where I have a public profile. I have a closed profile on Facebook, so I keep that one just for my family and friends. But I can be found on Instagram and Words With Friends, and find me they do. I also encountered a fair number during my very brief flirtation with online dating sites. It all starts with benign interactions (liking posts, challenging to a word game, etc), and then the direct messaging starts. It used to start with a “Hello, dear,” but it’s recently been stepped back to a more moderate, “Hello.”
The next step will usually include questions about location and family (telling them I’m divorced with a child is like waving a slice of ham in front of a hungry dog’s nose). There may or may not be more “getting to know you” chat, but invariably the request will come to move the conversation off the social media platform and on to a private messaging app. I have set up a Gmail address that I use only for emailing with scammers and chatting with them on Hangouts. I rebuff any attempts to get me on to any other messaging app. Again, I have to say: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. I am the functional equivalent of a trained professional at this point.
Let’s see…what else do I need to tell you? Yes, all of my scammers have been from Nigeria. OF COURSE, not all Nigerians are scammers! I know some Nigerians who are perfectly lovely people. There is quite a professional network among SOME Nigerians, though, that supports and develops the various scamming strategies in use. The unit of currency used in Nigeria is called the Naira, and it currently exchanges at a rate of approximately 355 Naira to 1 US Dollar. A very common request from scammers is to be given a gift card, which they then can trade for either cash or a minuscule amount of Bitcoin. Google Play gift cards and Steam gift cards are popular requests. They prefer photos of the backs of physical gift cards to e-gift cards, because the exchange rate is better for the physical cards. I have gleaned a LOT of information about their processes and methods through my contact with this world. But, I think I’ve given you enough information for now so that you can appreciate my first experience with busting a scammer for fun.
My initial reaction was shock that the similarity would be so obvious. I mean, a cut-and-paste scam template? That’s adding insult to injury. I want a worthy opponent, who uses their own original work. So, acting mostly out of a feeling of disdain, I decided to have a little fun and messaged back to my “suitor”:
I didn’t hear from him again; his profile disappeared almost immediately. And that was it — I was hooked. I have spent the last three months busting numerous scammers, whether by specifically calling them out or by simply wasting their time. Future posts will include some of my more amusing exploits, so be sure to come back for some excellent schadenfreude. And share with your friends!