Andy, Sheila, and I talked about heading out to California to talk with Tom about several other opportunities in Silicon Valley area besides Nanotech.... did one other thing I hoped wouldn’t come back to bite me, I told Sheila about Nils Dahlgren, Brita’s older friend. I asked that she get our detective service to put together a dossier on him. I wasn’t at all interested in his life with Brita; I knew about that. There was no negative reason I wanted the research. He was an accomplished. We headed to a checkout atthe further end of the store where there was a large bluff faced and notvery friendly looking woman. I tottered along behind him, my hand onceagain held in his. When we got there, it was he that spoke to the woman atthe counter."If they don't fit, can she return them?"He smiled at her as he spoke. She smiled back, telling him that it wouldbe no problem, and they continued with a random chat whilst I stood therein anguished humiliation. She took her time, making a point. Realizing my fate was in her hands since she could always change my date for someone not at all nice, I smiled, thanked her, and went to bed.A couple of days later Dave told Henry and Belle, our other housemates, that he had a double date all set up just for them, and they were to decide whose was which; as they were both extremely bi and extremely picky, this seemed the best solution. Henry and I plotted together and decided Jasmine was a good enough sport and fair enough a fighter to deserve. I still want, no need this.I glance at the clock, 145 pm, plenty of time to get to our rendez-vous. I debate jerking off to your photos just to take the edge off, but decide against it. I pull out of my driveway and head towards the statue.The statue commemorates Lewis and Clarke and blab, blab... its Northwest of Harlem and I55. The trails are way better maintained than when I was a teen and close to both of us. I feel real good inside even though I haven't strayed in the last eleven years....