I was 23, and he was 86. I saw a very sick man. I just wanted to just talk with him. There was no physical attraction at all. He was very much attracted to me.
I did Playboy. There was an ad in the paper for playmates. Playboy called me and flew me to Los Angeles, and I was on the March cover of 1992.
I don't have a boyfriend right now. I'm looking for anyone with a job that I don't have to support.
I don't understand why God took him and didn't take me.
I have been alone since my husband died. I stay in my home. I don't date. It's hard to date when you're at home. Nobody knows you.
I just feel a connection with Marilyn Monroe. I just love her. I just completely feel what she went through.
People are just so stupid.
You never know if they like you for who you are or what you are. Would he love me or the money?
I'm going to fight until the end. My husband is worth it. He wanted me to have it. He was worth a lot. He was a very, very wealthy man.
If I have another child, I doubt I'll get married again. I don't think men particularly want to be with me.
Living in a small town, I knew everybody and everybody knew me.
Marrying into money was not a good thing for me.
Men don't even ask me out. I can't remember the last time I was asked out on a date, and I'm talking years here. I spend my life more and more alone.
Vickie Lynn Hogan is my birth certificate's name.
I never thought to ever ask for money. I was so stupid.