So I paid £119 for a month's membership, giving me an entre to thousands of faithless females.
They are allowed to sign up for free as a way of ensuring the numbers are balanced between the sexes.
Your picture can be viewed only if you give a password to the person with whom you are conversing.
The idea is presumably to safeguard people from searching for their own spouses on the site - though how a husband would explain to his errant wife how he came to stumble across her picture on a website for adulterers, I don't know.
Who you want to find: A one-night stand who supplies the Dom Perignon and cashmere blankets.
Who you actually find: A one-night stand who is already bored with you.
After a quick search, I get the measure of the women on the site.
"My preference is for a man who is much younger than me with rugged features," says one. This is a way of paying someone a compliment without typing out the words. And over the course of a week I get almost 100 replies, messages and propositions.
It is: An app that admits ambitious, successful users only after an extensive screening period. Who you actually find: An Ivy League banker who uses the word "handouts" unironically.
It is: Essentially Tinder, but women make the rules and determine if contact will be made. Who you want to find: A young, fun professional with an adventurous spirit.
Who you actually find: A hundred women who never move past the first swipe. The catch: Faking chemistry with one person is one thing. Who you want to find: Two ungodly attractive individuals who you will never have to see again. Who you want to find: A casually attractive hook-up.