I was crashing there for a little bit, while taking care of some things, but she’s done for the summer, so she’s back at her parent’s place Your date looks so familiar to me. She looks familiar to a lot of people. What? What do you mean? A Stanford MBA named Roy Raymond wants to buy his wife some lingerie but he’s too embarrassed to shop for it in a department store. He comes up with an idea for a high end place that doesn’t make you feel like a pervert. He gets a $40,000 bank loan, borrows another $40,000 from his in-laws, opens a store, and calls it Victoria’s Secret Makes a half million dollars his first year. He starts a catalog, opens three more stores And after five years he sells the company to Leslie Wexner and the Limited for four million dollars. Happy ending, right? Except two years later, the company’s worth 500 million dollars And Roy Raymond jumps off the Golden Gate Bridge. Poor guy just wanted to buy his wife a pair of thigh-highs. Ya, know? Was that a parable? My date is a Victoria’s Secret model. That’s why she looks familiar to you. Don’t be impressed by all this. I read your blog.