Dear Ann Landers,
y husband died ten months ago and left me well off financially. I'm sixty-three but could pass for younger. I'm well traveled, well read, and there might be a little snow on the roof, but there's still a fire in the furnace. Please don't think me vulgar, but I want a husband, and I'm willing to pay for him. There must be some attractive men around in their forties who are tired of working and want to relax a little. Please don't tell me to wait for some nice gentle-man to come along and marry me for myself. Why would a good-looking, middle-aged man want a sixty-three-year-old widow when he can have a twenty-eight-year-old divorcee? I know at least five wealthy widows who are pathetic in their loneliness. Why shouldn't I buy my way out of this circle if I can? Please give me some down-to-earth, practical advice.- Lonely And Miserable

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