Catfishing A Catfish: Here’s What Happened When I Tried To Hire Mick Lovell From Pimp David Forest
Troubled male madame and fraudulent pimp David Forest has been pulling his bait and switch scheme for well over a decade now. In case you aren’t familiar with his game, I wrote about it back in 2013 when he made my annual “worst of the year list.” In a nutshell, Forest advertises to unsuspecting johns that he can set them up with whichever A-list gay porn star they want, including Brent Everett, Paddy O’Brian, Roman Heart, Tom Faulk, Dato Foland, Dale Cooper, and dozens more—all of whom he doesn’t actually represent. The john makes his selection, then puts down a 50% deposit plus airfare (the funds are wired to one of Forest’s bank accounts), and when Forest tells the john that—surprise—the star requested isn’t available, some z-list male prostitute is sent in his place (if anyone is sent at all).
Last week, I saw that Forest had launched a new site and added more stars to his phony roster, including teen jerk off sensation Michael Hoffman (LOL) and former BelAmi superstar Mick Lovell. I know for a fact that Mick Lovell has long since left the gay porn world and is happily living with a girlfriend leading a very private life. So, I felt it would only be fair to give David Forest a taste of his own medicine. After all, what could be better than catfishing a catfish pimp, right?
What follows is the unedited email exchange between me (“Dennis Lipowski”) and David Forest, in which I pretend to want to hire Mick Lovell, whom David Forest is pretending to represent.
Within a few minutes of sending his initial reply, Forest replied again, this time including a document that instructed me on how to deposit money into his Chase account. This was only the beginning of his desperate, bloodthirsty behavior:
I let Forest stew overnight before replying to him the following morning:
Most round-trip flights from SLC to PHX are in fact a lot less than $250, as I found when searching Priceline:
But, I upped the amount to $250 just to see how Forest would respond.
He didn’t disappoint:
David Forest moves fast, and from here the pressure intensified even faster.
Within a few hours, he sent another email. I hadn’t confirmed the dates or replied to his last email, but it was too late now. I was locked in:
At this point, I was genuinely surprised and not sure how to respond. The whole point of this was to string him along and waste his time, but David Forest doesn’t waste any time!
By the time I woke up the next morning, another email:
Would someone willing to spend $2,500+ on an escort really be worried about a slight rise in airfare? Of course not, but that was Forest’s alleged motivation. In reality, Forest claiming to buy a plane ticket had everything to do with strong-arming, trapping, and manipulating me, and even though I was writing to him under a fake name and never had any intention of giving him any money, I still felt pressured and afraid(?!).
Less than an hour later, “Dennis Lipowski” received yet another email:
And then moments later, another one.
Here’s where things got kind of scary:
Keep in mind that this all transpired in less than 48 hours. The cryptic threats weren’t just scary, they were also bizarrely unprofessional, even for a pimp! Seeing as Forest had, at this point, completely flown off the handle, I decided to really have some fun:
His response was as insane as you’d expect:
Note how Forest still asks why I didn’t wire him the money before my sister’s car accident! Also, I love that “story” is in quotes. You have to hand it to David Forest for being able to spot a con artist. Takes one to know one, right?
At this point, I had decided to let it go and move on, but then, a few hours ago, another email:
It hadn’t occurred to me until receiving this last email that there was one solid way to call Forest’s bluff: I called Delta Airlines, pretended to be Mick Lovell (I know his full legal name and date of birth), and inquired about the ticket allegedly purchased for him on flight 4761 out of SLC on February 20th. To my non-surprise, there was no ticket.
Game over?
Nope. One final email, with one final lie:
Let this be a warning to anyone thinking about using David Forest to hire an escort.
Oh, and R.I.P. Ms. Lipowski.
