A bit of a later update and a shorter one than I'd like, but I just got this idea. A well known easter egg in the game is that Amanda has a dating profile and after a bit of digging, I found out that Michael had one that was cut from the game (courtesy of the GTA wiki), thus this idea was born. Enjoy :D

Click. The flash of the camera burned into her eyes, blinding her for a moment. As soon as the brightness faded, Amanda stared back at the picture she'd just taken of herself. Her blue eyes were bright with triumph and her dark pink lips were pulled up in a smug grin. Her wavy brown hair spilled over her shoulders, bare save for the straps of her best lingerie that she was wearing.

She wasn't wearing it for her husband, no, of course she wasn't. Just the other day, he'd caught her with her tennis coach, ruining her plans of payback for his affair. Even though it had given her satisfaction in some sick way, she'd desperately hoped that it would help him come to his senses. Maybe he'll notice me again, she had thought at the time. If anything, it had only made him angrier, leading her to plan B.

Amanda looked down at the dating website she'd pulled up on her phone. She read through it, the website's successful tales of infidelities making her put her head in her hands in frustration. "When did I get so pathetic?" she wondered aloud. Sighing, she looked back at her phone and almost laughed when she saw the tagline of the website. "Chances are your spouse has done the dirty on you already." "Yep…" she said under her breath, the memory of finding him in their own bed with a stripper almost three years ago still vivid in her mind.

With that, her hesitance disappeared and she clicked the sign-up button. She rolled her eyes and entered some cheesy username and put up the picture of herself before continuing, where it pulled up a list of questions to answer about herself.

"What is your body type?" the first one prompted her, giving her a list of types ranging from doughy all the way to banging. Smirking in satisfaction, she looked at herself in the mirror before answering with "banging".

"How much do I drink…?" she repeated the question to herself. She glanced over at the empty bottle of wine next to her, the thing that gave her the liquid courage to do this. Destructively.

"What are you looking for?" Amanda honestly didn't know herself. Not love, she was still in love, but not exactly no strings attached. Anything goes.

After answering a couple more mindless questions, it asked her why she was on there. She thought about that for a long moment, and after wondering where her life went so wrong, she started typing.

"Unsatisfied mother of two. I have the body and mind of a girl half my age but my husband's too wrapped up in himself to notice. He spends half his time drinking by the pool ignoring me. Well I'm done. Looking for a fit, athletic man who knows how to appreciate a woman in her sexual prime. I love yoga."

She read it back to herself at least twice. If someone had told her ten years ago that she'd give up on her husband and would be on a dating website prowling for younger guys, she would have laughed in their face. Back then, it would have been so unlike her, now she wasn't even surprised. With a sad sigh, she finished signing up. Now all that was left was to wait.

The sound of the bedroom door opening snapped her from her self-pity. Just when I think hell can't get any worse, in walks the devil.

Michael took in her spot at the vanity, at the lingerie she was wearing and glared at her in suspicion. "The hell are you doing?" he asked.

"Why do you care?" she snapped back.

"Just wanted to see if you've taken up any new hobbies since you won't be playing a lot of tennis now, not like you were playing much before…" he said sarcastically

"That's funny coming from you," she scoffed. "Let's not forget that you cheated first, Michael."

"Ah, how could I when you're constantly reminding me?" he muttered, walking into their closet. She heard the distinctive click of a gun being loaded before he walked back out, tucking something into his jacket pocket. "I'm going out. Don't bother staying up for me."

Amanda didn't respond, just sighed in disappointment and listened to the door slamming behind him. She didn't lift her head until she heard the sound of her phone buzzing next to her. A small smile tugged at her lips when she read the notification from the dating website.

"You have found one new match."

"You know it's rude to text during a movie," Michael teased, glancing over to where she was on her phone. It was late, but neither of them could sleep, so they were lying in bed and watching one of his old movies on the TV.

"Yeah, well, I'm not texting," Amanda said, not looking up from her phone. She'd already seen the movie a million times, anyway, and had other things on her mind.

"Then what are you doing?" he asked, curiously trying to get a better look at the small screen.

"Nothing," she said quickly, turning the phone away from him.

He frowned at her. "I have a feeling that you're trying to hide something…" he trailed off before swiftly taking her phone from her, his other hand gently keeping her at bay when she tried to protest.

"Michael, please-" she started, hopelessly trying to take it back before giving up.

The brightness of the screen highlighted the betrayed look on his face. "A dating profile? Baby, what is this?" he looked at her, his eyes filled with hurt.

"It's nothing, just a stupid mistake," she sighed. "I made it a few months ago, after the thing with the tennis coach…"

He relaxed a little, a small smirk forming on his face when he saw her profile picture. "Ah, so that's what you were doing that night. I could never forget that outfit," he chuckled. "I didn't think that you'd be that desperate, but why are you on it now?"

"I was trying to delete it before I got interrupted. Now, can I have that back?" she asked with a glare, holding her hand out for her phone.

"Hold on, I'm not done yet. Hm... you definitely still have the body of a twenty-year-old, babe," he said, eyes roaming over her body appreciatively.

A blush spread up her face and she was glad that it was dark in their room for a brief moment. Reluctantly, he handed it back over to her once he was done. She looked back at her profile, an idea forming in her mind. "I'm gonna look at some of the pathetic guys I matched up with before I get rid of this thing," she explained with a laugh.

Her laugh was quickly cut short when she saw one of the so-called "pathetic guys". "And what is this?" she asked angrily, shoving the phone back into his face. On it was a picture of a very awkward, uncomfortable looking, shirtless Michael.

"Oh, that…" he muttered, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Apparently I'm not the only desperate one in this relationship," she said sarcastically. "Now I'm just disappointed in both of us. So, when did you make yours?"

"Well, it was after you and the kids had left…"

What the hell am I doing?

That was the only thought that ran through Michael's mind as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror in nothing but his boxers. His family had been gone for almost a month now and the silence was killing him. He needed anything to distract him from it, that was why he had a dating website pulled up on his phone.

The damn thing had cost him 500 dollars to sign up, but he really didn't care. It wasn't as if he was short on money, anyways. It was the other things that he hadn't had figured out yet.

Sighing, Michael walked back into his room and collapsed onto the empty bed, reaching for the nearly empty bottle of whiskey that was sitting on his nightstand. He needed all of the alcohol he could get before getting any further with this.

It had been the alcohol, combined with the fact that he couldn't sleep after another nightmare about losing his wife, that had convinced him to do this.

He tried to answer the questions as quickly and painlessly as possible.

45 years old.

Drinks destructively.

Looking for no strings attached.

Average body type.

Michael looked down at himself in the at that last question, frowning. He certainly wasn't the athletic guy he was when he'd moved to Los Santos anymore, that was for sure. Then again, a lot more than that had changed since then. It was how his life ended up as depressing as this.

When it asked him about why he was signing up, he finished off the rest of the bottle before letting out a deep breath and starting to type.

"'Miserable father and husband. My wife and kids left me, leaving me alone in my big mansion. Getting lonely so I'm looking for no strings attached sex. I like watching old movies and having a drink by the pool.' Wow, Michael, could you be any more obvious?" Amanda asked after she read his profile out loud.

Michael held his hands up as defended himself. "I was lonely! Plus, I really didn't care if someone would've found out."

"Uh huh...be honest with me, darling, did you find anyone?" she asked with a smirk.

"A few actually. I always backed out of them last minute, though, 'cause I thought of you," he admitted

"Well, that's nice...I think?" she frowned in confusion. "Guess it's better than you going through with it."

"I guess I should delete mine, too," he said as he leaned over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

They both lapsed into awkward silence as they erased their traces of their infidelity from the internet. "Well, I'm glad that's over with," Amanda said once they were done. She rested her head on his shoulder, sighing in relief.

"Yeah, me too…" he agreed, before turning off the TV and giving her a kiss. "So, tell me, do I know how to appreciate you in your sexual prime now?" he barely could keep a straight face throughout the sentence, a teasing smile on his face.

She just grinned at him before sitting up and moving to straddle him. "I guess we're just going to have to find out…"