There Is No Ethan: How Three Women Caught America's Biggest Catfish

by Anna Akbari

I date women who have that balanced mix of heart and spunk,”

“Gah. Gah. Gah. Massive Gah.

The domain had been created that day and was not registered to Morgan Stanley, but to a woman named Emily Slutsky.

“I really think this Slutsky person is the missing link,” I concluded.

She was horrified knowing she’d shared intimate details with a woman and future doctor named Emily Slutsky.

“It’s hard to believe anyone would want to be me. It’s just me, for Christ’s sake.”

Instead, I vowed to live my life with equal openness and trust as I did with E.S., repairing the damage by creating new proof points that the rewards of calculated vulnerability with strangers are worth the risk. Emily’s actions might have left me doubting myself and feeling angry, but I refuse to allow her to dampen the enthusiasm I bring to my relationships, even when they form in unconventional circumstances.