No, money can't buy me love. If only my six-year-old self, in 1964, had been wise enough to heed The .Because six decades later, I'm still pondering just why I've squandered so much of my well-earned money on men. Travel, gifts, hotels, tickets for sports games, concerts… I'll be honest: there was seemingly no end to what I wouldn't do in order to hang on to the scraps of affection I invariably had in return.No, I wasn't after diamonds and pearls; I just wanted to love and be loved. Alas, that invariably came at a cost, both literally and metaphorically.
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