And they all had something in common: the same excuse.Just about every man who came to our house said it was the first time he had done something like this and most claimed they really had no intention of having sex with a minor.I was a latecomer to counselling, having previously considered therapy a largely American pursuit. By the time I reached that landmark age, without children and in a marriage that was beginning to lose its fairytale glow, my daily life was beginning to feel not unlike a soap opera. And I did, pretty much, and I was perfectly fine - until suddenly I wasn't.There were redundancy problems at work; my marriage was showing strains; and there was something large and unnameable missing from my life.I ignored it until I could do so no longer, until eventually, for what felt like the sake of my sanity, I resolved to do something about it.Soon, I was spending hours in the parallel universe of cyberspace, often through wonderfully wide-awake nights, uninhibited in a way I never could be in reality.I told no one, immersed and isolated in my secret life. In moments of fleeting clarity, I wanted to understand what was happening to me. Was it just my marriage problems, or was there something deeper causing me to behave that way?
In a Dateline hidden camera investigation, correspondent Chris Hansen catches some of these men in the act.Of course, the children do not tell their parents whom they are chatting with so how are parents supposed know who their kids are chatting with on the Internet.With the advent of Facebook and the other thousands of social networking and chat sites on the Internet, danger is only a click away.Within hours there were men literally lining up at our door.The men who turned up in our investigation included a New York City firefighter and a man with a history of mental illness and a criminal record.