Billy, I did a little digging on Amourbride, and then I reviewed all your posts. Let's start with the agency,
whose home page indicates a Delaware address. Reversing the address reveals a suite in Wilmington that
is home to several other "businesses" - none of which have listed phone numbers. One listing is for a person
named Aundrea Armour - my educated guess: she owns the business, and is one of only two employees
listed under Alaun Group, the parent company - located in Silver Spring, MD, also with no phone number...
The ownership is quite invisible, and I wonder why? The rates, IMO, are outrageous; however, I am very
unaware of going rates for correspondence so moving on.... they seem to demand exclusivity, that is, while
they quote $16 for the purchase of an "e-mail address" they fail to establish any rate for securing a vaild
home address or home phone, for that matter. They want complete control, and push the VIP Gold plan.
There's never a guarantee that a photo is real, or an e-mail wasn't sent by a diva named Leonid, but on this
particular site, I believe you're really hanging out on a limb waving money and they'll gladly fleece you.
A few other points to consider: there are other dating sites and agencies with track records. Ask around.
Hold your provider to ethical standards, just as your bank would its partners and employees. Consider that,
despite your golden clad intentions to find a soulmate, you are extremely vulnerable right now, with an
unfinalized divorce. The 12 month separation standard in North Carolina holds men and women hostage in
many regards - believe me, I know, I was divorced in Charlotte. Your three boys, all young, will be needing
your undivided attention for the next several years - and I urge you to dig deep inside and give them what is
rightfully theirs. Local dating can be a great stress reliever, and fun. Most of all, consider that an
adventure in Ukraine or other FSU nation could render you ripe for a rebound marriage with little chance of
survival. It's not your character I'm questioning at all; the impatience I sense scares me.
