I had made that mistake with the VA doctors once and I came quite close to winding up in a mental facility and some harsh treatment to get me back to ...“reality” in medical terms and away from outrageous fantasies caused by my PTSD and combat fatigue. After that I was extremely careful about anything I related either orally or in answering a questionnaire about my thoughts.Strangely, I felt a little distorted in my place in the present because I kept having memories of my trips into the past. "What does Professor Sawyer need?" Despite all her years in the US, some vestiges of Evelyn's accent held firm. The name came out "Esawyer"."Demographic and income information," Cindy said, "for the families of all female students and applicants. She also wants that stuff cross referenced against girls who applied to this school but didn't attend for whatever reason."Evelyn was acutely aware of her jaw dropping, "Are you kidding? That's confidential information!" Professor Sawyer wants it,". It was win-win.I booked a mid-week tee-time for us and we agreed to meet on the putting green. I told him what I would be wearing - we'd not shared faces yet, so only knew vaguely what we looked like. I dressed in my regular golf shorts and shirt and we finally met. Very formally, with a handshake and exchanged real names. It was very odd... we were getting together to play golf but we were also checking each other out for a possible sexual encounter. I was very turned on with the thoughts and. My mind tricks me again, "No no it is not the dinner. It has not stopped you fucking Anna, did it?". It was confusing for me. I loved Anna, but it was not obvious for me what is next, and I slowly slept.Next days it was busy, last minute Christmas shopping, going out, catching up with friends, and shagging at night, and it was no time to talk about such non-sense at that time. Everything is back to normal in my mind, and those annoying confused thoughts are gone. Every time I hug her I feel I.