I won't be played for a fool, and I won't be strung along for a moment longer while he waits on his "divorce papers" to go through. Since he declined to heed my warnings, since he won't take my advice to quit his job and move to Milwaukee to kick the shit out of my boyfriend, since he continues to think it's OK to associate with that woman he calls his wife, I'm outing him. Here are some selected Private Messages I've received from Tinkerertink69 (real name Derek Gustavson) since he first initiated our clandestine liason last winter.

February  19th

Hi. I'm just messaging to say welcome to OS. In response to your comment on my blog earlier, this really is a great place to read and write things that interest you. I hope you enjoy yourself here, and that we get to know each other better:)

March 3rd

Hi again Drew-Silla. From your comments it seems that you like my writing. Please come by my blog, I've written a post inspired by you. I hope I don't sound forward, but you're rapidly becoming my muse, my reason for writing here. The fools and buffoons who usually comment on my stuff don't get me at all, but you seem to.

PS: Is that really you in your avatar pic?

April 7th

Dearest Drew, I know we just spoke hours ago, but I can't you out of my head. Our conversation on Skype this morning was divine, far more erotic than anything I've ever done in "real life." Before now, I'd never have imagined that a woman I've never met in person could lead me to such ecstasy. When you kept telling me to shut up, squeeze my balls, and cluck like a chicken, the world moved for me; it's something my wife would never do for me, not in all these years of loveless marriage.

June 24th

Drew, please don't send PMs anymore. I think my wife has the password to my account. She's been acting suspicious lately, or maybe I'm just paranoid, but either way, it's too risky. You know I love you, and I'll make Gerold  pay for everything he's done, but for now only contact me while I'm at work. You know the number.

July 11th

For the love of God Drew, she knows EVERYTHING. I'm going to North Dakota for a week in August, but I promise that when I get back we'll make arrangements to meet in Cincinatti. Please keep it together 'til then, and know that soon we'll be together.

August 27th

If you contact me again, I'm going to the FBI. This is not a bluff. Stay away from my house, my job, my parent's house, my friend's houses, the grocery store, and my bank.

October 1st

I'll be at the bus stop at 7:30. I'll have the cash, and I'll be alone.

October 9th

What in God's name do you WANT from me?

Photo of Tink as "Princess Leia" from a rendezvous we had in Lexington, KY. Note the beady, lying eyes.

I have dozens more messages I can post if necessary.  All "Tink" has to do to keep me from posting them is to contact me and tell me he's ready to reconsider his rash decisions. I'll be waiting, and in the meantime I'll let the court of public opinion be the judge of how I've been wronged.