Where Are We?

Day: 40
Dates Remaining: 9

I have 12 beautiful, colourful roses on my kitchen table, (and yes, as you can see, there is also a soccer ball on the table. Sorry Mom, I haven't had time to clean). My tummy is bursting at the seams due to chocolate milkshakes. My date lost $200. And, not only did he lose all that money but he is also totally lost. It's official, he's Directionally Challenged.

Directionally Challenged is a born and raised Calgarian who has no idea where anything in this city is. It's absolutely hilarious. I got a text this evening where he told me that he was sitting in a parking lot about ten blocks from my house. I could not figure out what had prompted him to park all the way over there after I had told him where to pick me up.

So, I gave him the directions again and he did manage to make it. Impressive, I know. Perhaps it's even a miracle since he then seemed to think we needed to take a highway at the edge of the city to go from one end of the city center to the other end of the city center. Clearly, this made no sense at all and if I had to adopt a nickname for myself for this evening, it would have to be Human GPS.

Over the course of the evening, we went for the best milkshakes, picked out some fancy flowers and then hit up the casino all during which I was actually the Human GPS and I had to direct him to where we were going. That's it, I discovered my new career path. According to Directionally Challenged, I'm much nicer than the pre-recorded GPS lady. I guess I don't shout, Turn right! Turn left! The only drawback is that I don't have the power to change my accent the way she apparently does. I'll have to work on that one.

Unfortunately, our luck at the casino wasn't much better than Directionally Challenged's navigating luck and we lost $200 at Black Jack. What a rush though. We had said that if we won $5,000 (which he has apparently done a few times before), we would get on the next plane to Vegas. Imagine that, I could have been writing this post from a hotel overlooking the strip. Ah, if only.

Directionally Challenged may be lost on the streets but he knows how to find a good time and give a girl a craving for Vegas. Maybe next time we'll win big and hop on the next plane out of here. Until then, I'll keep dreaming!