The Erotomaniac. Types of people who still come to Internet cafes

See what he's doing? In public!

The erotomaniac is a dying breed. They just don't make people like him anymore. This category, thus, is mostly of historical value. There's still potential, however, because if you chop wood, chips will fly, and where's Internet, there's adult content.

Now let me tell you a story. I was once visited at work by one of my editorial colleagues. I won't tell you which one. Okay, I will. It was Matthias. It turned out he'd been in that place like a million years ago (while he was still a student). We were chatting about stuff, when he noticed one of the customers watching porn. Just like that.

I wasn't surprised, because I'd heard similar stories too (even worse – please, use your imagination, you'll likely be right). Within a few days it turned out that Mat wasn't the only person from Gamepressure to have associated my workplace with such practices (I am proud). Everyone who has studied in this city (for the sake of decency I will not mention the name), was most likely here at least once. What I'm trying to say is that this place "enjoys" the fame of erotomaniacs' din.

The Erotomaniac invariably opts for a secluded spot. Upon only hearing footsteps, he turns around nervously, and switches the browser tab to a window with some generic news site. As we know, a million years ago, he would have just kept watching, unabashed. The Erotomaniac is inconspicuous. Like chanterelles among yellow leaves (hello, my fellow mycologists!) You just need to stumble upon one randomly. And even if you do, chances are you won't notice. The modern Erotomaniac only browses escort agencies' ads and downloads horny photos. Thousands. Truly. Like everyone on this list – he's a regular. He comes in the evening, tired after work, sits down and takes it away. Always pays up, inconspicuous bastard. And he leaves behind entire folders, filled with his downloads.