I believe that as many women over thirty marry out of fear of being alone someday--not necessarily now but some day--as for love of or compatibility with a particular man. The plan seems to be to get someone while the getting's good and by the time you lose your looks he'll be too securely glued to you to get away. Isn't it silly? A man can leave a woman at fifty (though it may cost him some dough) as surely as you can leave dishes in the sink. . . . Then you have it all to do over again as if you hadn't gobbled him up in girlish haste.