I met this girl. You would think she was raised in a back-hollow shack in West Virginia. But it turned out she lived on Park Avenue. We ended up having a few drinks together and I found out her family was in mining. She was fun, no airs, richer than midas, but you can't take West Virginia out of the girl. She says she can't find a boyfriend. Another friend of mine hasn't got a dime. Yet, you'd think he came from a long line of aristocrats. He reads the Social Diary and shows up at events he's not invited to. He wears Brioni suits he hasn't paid for. Because he's goodlooking and can namedrop like a pro, he gets in everywhere. It made me wonder. Isn't the illusion of wealth sometimes as powerful as the wealth itself. My friend says he expects to meet a man (or a woman) who will appreciate his looks and taste and give him the lifestyle he is faking right now. I have a feeling he'll be successful in his quest. But I don't think he'll find love.
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