I used to date a girl who had more family money than they knew what to do with. I do not think that I ever saw her wear the same outfit or shoes more than once. Her closet was more packed than anything I have ever seen in my entire life, and trust me when I tell you; her closet was almost as big as my entire bedroom. Her grandfather had been very successful. He was in the milling business, and even had a factory that manufactured end mills. Some larger corporation eventually bought out his company for some ungodly amount of money. I do not even know if her father ever worked a day in his life. He just lived off of their family money. Luckily, the girl, Lisa, did not want to follow her father’s footsteps, and had some aspirations for her life. She was an excellent cook, and was in culinary school when I met her. We used to cook for each other all of the time, and it was really one of my favorite activities that we did together. Unfortunately that was about the only thing we had in common with each other. Cooking could not be the only thing we had.