You can’t always tell someone has Gator simply by looking at them. It could be your neighbor, your boss, your own sister. It can happen to anyone. It happened to me. I feel dirty. To me, Gator is like the internet version of an STD. You surf safely, you use protection, but all it takes is one wild moment of indescretion and downloading and you are infected. And sometimes there is no cure. It is embarassing, it is frustrating, you become afraid to surf the internet for a while, and it makes you uncomfortable. You want to talk to others who have Gator to see how they handle it. Some look for a cure, some choose to live with it and just take things one day at a time. There are mini support groups where some are offering help and advice, and others are just looking for someone to share their story with. My name is Andrew, and I have Gator.