Snooper Comes up Empty Handed

Dear Bitter Single Guy:  Recently I Googled the beginning of my boyfriend’s e-mail address and found his profile on a swinger’s website, obviously I called him on it and he denied it was him.

I don't know how to find out if it is him or not, so I e-mailed him from the swinger’s site with a different name to see if he would answer but I haven’t heard back yet. Then I spent some time trying to find out more from the website, but couldn't. Now I think he is going to be locked out of his e-mail because I tried too many times to guess his password.
He tells me he loves me, treats me well, and what money he has he spends on me. Do I just trust him? -- Suspicious of Swingers

Dear SOS
Are you kidding the Bitter Single Guy?  The BSG can hang with a little Googling in a festive fashion, but he thinks you’re quite far across the line here.  Look at yourself SOS!  You’re snooping on swinger’s website emailing who you think is your boyfriend, you’re trying to guess his password so you can, what?  Catch him in the act?  The BSG isn’t sure which would be more icky…your Bawdy Boyfriend advertising for tons ‘o nookie on a swinger’s site, or you playing the Fatal Attraction card and trying to discover him!

Here’s the advice SOS.  This ship has sailed; this relationship is over.  You are obviously convinced that you found his profile no matter what he tells you. So the only possible outcomes are for you to be frustrated that you can’t prove that your Bawdy Boyfriend is a swinging scumbag, or for you to actually prove he’s a swinging scumbag. In either case, the BSG doesn’t see a great future for you two kids. 

If you’re right, your Bawdy Boyfriend will be appropriately shamed for trying to get away with something.  But the BSG wants you to also consider the possibility that you’re wrong and that you stumbled across some other swinger’s profile, and then insisted on condemning your boyfriend without a trial.

The BSG has to say to all his readers (he’s not done with you yet SOS, so pay attention) that he’s quite miffed about all this inappropriate use of technology to feed paranoid musings.  The BSG is shocked at the amount of emails he receives where some of you (and you know who you are) are feeling free to snoop in computers, email accounts, cell phones, text messages, digital cameras and a whole host of other devices meant to add richness to your lives…not evidence.

The BSG is mindful of the cookie-jar raider who looks up from his plunder and catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror…mouth caked in crumbs looking like a Keebler elf gone bad.  In that moment, the raider sees herself as others see her and hopefully decides to put down the damned jar and step the hell back.  Those of you, and the BSG has to stress again that you and the BSG both know who you are, who get the urge to snoop in a cell phone, the impulse to track text messages or any itch to intrude on your partner’s privacy need to step the hell back and take a good look at yourself.  The moment you are so mistrustful of your partner that you’re looking for evidence of infidelity, it’s time to get single.