I’m writing to you because I thought the story of how I met my husband would interest your readers. I met Warner through the personals, answering an ad he had placed in a sophisticated regional magazine I was subscribing to at the time. It turned out to be the best thing I’ve ever done, but at the time I was as nervous as a kitten in a roomful of Dobermans.

I had never answered a personal ad, and for days I debated the wisdom of answering this one. I kept reminding myself that I was only twenty-eight and considered very pretty, so there was no need to panic. It was possible that, despite my failures up until then, I would eventually find my Mr. Right through conventional channels. One of these days all the pieces would fit and my fantasy lover would become a reality.

And just how smart was it to respond... Read More