Oh, it's real all right.
Back in the mid-90's, I was in the process of gnawing my own arm off, trying to get away from Satan (Wife 1.0). I don't remember how I signed up, but somehow I got on a mailing list for Russian brides. I wasn't serious about it; I was just bored. Every month, I'd get a diskette and letter explaining the month's lineup. There were real hot looking ones and they'd have glamorous bios.
Svetlana: 23. Grew up in suburban Moscow. She is a retired gymnast with degrees in Chemistry and Human Sexuality. She works as a model.
Svetlana would have a red cross across her picture. She was already taken along with most of the first dozen or so.
Then there'd be:
Olga: 38. Born and raised in Dreckistan. Went to work in People's Ammunition Factory #2 at age 17. She mops floors. She has 3 kids by 4 fathers. She is missing a nostril.
Olga's picture looks like an industrial accident. She's available.
This went on for about 2 years. In the meantime, I'd met KYHillChick and gotten loose from The Dark One. Finally, they stopped sending diskettes.
