The realisation of what is causing my time blindness has me relieved, to the extent that I can relax and just enjoy myself again. Especially when Jackie points out that knowing what she is going to do all the time will take the fun out of our relationship. That makes me grin. "Oh, I don't know. If I can see you coming, I can hide and jump out and surprise you! Plus..." I lower my voice and lean towards her "It will make me an amazing lover! Just think, I can anticipate your every need, make love to you the way you always wanted and no-one before ever has!" I was blushing like I was about to spontaneously combust (although I knew that wasn't going to happen), but I bit my bottom lip and then continued anyway, "Because I will know what to do to make you cum, and what to do to make you not quite cum...!"<br/><br/>I leaned back and spoke normally again. "Tex-Mex food is actually beginning to take off in the UK. There's American restaurant chains like TGI Fridays that do the same menus they do over here, which is kind-of on the way there, then there's this new chain franchise called Mission Burrito. Now they do really good Mexican burritos, but the headquarters of the franchise is in California! And then there's the Chilis franchise. I've eaten at one of their restaurants, now they are proper Tex-Mex. Headquarters in in Dallas, apparently! I looked it up once."<br/><br/>I shrug. I am pretty sure that isn't really what she wants to know, even though the immediate future of our relationship is blurred, rather like I'm trying to see through dad's reading glasses. Over the top of them, looking to the distance, things are still sharp and clear on the two main pathways - the one that has me in some lab being subjected to a battery of weird psychological tests while Jackie is being sued by the casinos, and the one that has us lying naked on a beach with me smearing sun screen all over Jackie's ...<br/><br/>I blush hot again. "Oh boy... We are going to get through a heck of a lot of sun screen if you want me to do that..." The food is good though. I eat. That is, after all, what we came here to do. My second glass of coke arrives. I noticed that the menu mentioned bottomless soft beverages so I glug it down and ask for a third. Sugar is what I need right now. The sweet sticky tooth-rot is perfect, and it is thirst quenching. I finish my food and sit back in my chair. And I can see. Probabilities only, no certainties. A good one is that we go straight back to Jackie's apartment. Another is we kiss goodnight and go our separate ways then meet up tomorrow. There is another good one too, where she takes me to a casino that allows under 21s to enter but not to play. Then there is the one where she buys me a large amount of alcohol and I get drunk and dance a striptease while standing on the table and singing La Cucaracha. And we get thrown out of the restaurant.<br/><br/>That last possibility is a really remote one, but it is funny and I start giggling. I lean forward and whisper to Jackie, "You could get me drunk... If you do, I'll climb on the table and do a striptease to La Cucaracha!" Mentioning it aloud actually doubles the probability of it happening, as Jackie gives it consideration.