Aha, tomorrow's picture solved this puzzle. Who remembers Jaimie, the barmaid I shared a place with. Well, more accurately, I rented a bedroom there for a year until I moved closer to work, so I did guess the date pretty close. The summer of '02. It was not a benefits situation, Jaimie was highly not my type. In fact, she hated my girlfriends. I've told you about Jaimie other times, how she dated Bob who was in his fifties, so twenty years older. But if I dated women twenty years younger, I was cradle-robbing. That Jaimie, sometimes misspelled Jamie.
