As my Dad put it, I import my men. I met a guy online a few months ago, and after a while we started dating. He’s from Nebraska, I’m in Nova Scotia (Halifax most of the time, South Shore the rest). Since he had the week off, he came up this week. We picked him up from the airport in Halifax and brought him home, where I’ve been driving him around all week.
Well, the downside of importing your men is that sometimes you have to send them back. His flight left at 8am this morning, meaning we had to bring him back yesterday, and since he didn’t get to see the city on his way in Mom thought it would be a good chance to show him around, especially the waterfront area. Meanwhile, shortly after he arrived home one of my friends from Halifax asks me if I want to do something with her on Saturday, and said I could stay over (it’s a three hour drive and this gets over at 9:30 tonight). I figured it would work out nicely, I could bring my BF back on Friday on my own, then spend a couple nights with my friend, returning tomorrow.
So that lead to the following conversation with my mom.
“You sure you’ll be okay driving in Halifax on your own?”
“Yeah, I do know my way around fairly well. What, me living in the city is fine, but me driving there bothers you?”
Geesh, I’m 21 and have lived there for three years already :smack: I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t willing