2)We make a little more small talk about the snow and the site, he feels like he is the oldest person using Chatroulette (though I have found there is a large older male population on chatroulette, whom overwhelmingly are all perverts).He makes a passing comment about my “hotness” before I ask him what was the craziest thing he has seen on Chatroulette.The million-dollar offers have dried up, and critics have labeled the service a passing craze.Others have blamed the site’s decline on its pornographic content–it’s estimated one in every eight chats yielded R-rated material.He is thin and nervous, with light sprays of acne on his cheeks and a fuzz of dark-blond hair.He has a hard time making eye contact and learned English by spending thousands of hours chatting online, but he says that his passion is talking with people and “exploring other cultures.”Selling souvenirs to foreign tourists was an ideal job for Ternovskiy.Andrey Ternovskiy, an eighteen-year-old high-school dropout from Moscow, has a variety of explanations for why he created the Web site
To start, click "Play," and the site connects you to a random person until you, or the other person, hit "Next." You can also enable audio.I ask him if most people let him take the picture and Wig Guy tells me that actually most people get pretty pissed off because they don’t want to be filmed.Though ironic (since they’re ON a webcam), this contradiction does make sense.one-armed bandit, that keeps you hoping that the next spin will be a beautiful woman, an interesting guy or maybe a four-act play but the odds dictate that you’re far more likely to see a Q-tip inserted into a urethra.“Alright, now I’m outside.”The evasive, confined lifestyle isn’t what you’d expect from Ternovskiy.Only months earlier, the 18-year-old had entertained drooling interest from the likes of Digital Sky Technologies and Fred Wilson, turning down million-dollar offers for his popular video-chatting service. Nearly every major media outlet wrote about Chatroulette. But six months later, the fickle followers of Web fads have collectively hit the “next” button.