The sad thing about thinking a man (or woman's for that matter) $$ will make you happy, is that it seems the opposite could be true. Remember that Eagles song (don't remember the title), "You can't HIIIIDE yer lyin' eyes..." about the girl who married the rich guy but was lonely & would sneak out to see her unrich young lover? Seems like there was a bunch of pop psychology about this phenomenon for a while ("My Mother/Myself" by Nancy Friday I think), about the thing where women go after guys who will "take care of them" just like mommy, but instead end up feeling invisible, erased, and TRAPPED. i.e You gotta have your OWN THANG goin on, or love don't work.
ON THE OTHER HAND...there is NOTHING unsexier than meeting a guy (or girl) at the party, and he looks all sexy in his club clothes and a spot of eyeliner, and he's p.c. and funny and has "big hands" and he knows all the lyrics to the best music......and he can't even buy you one P.B.R.("next time" he says.) Next thing you know he's all cozy in your bed, saying yes, his half of the rent will come, just give him a few more days. BLECH.