The Single Life

I had a date with a girl in an unfamiliar town last night. She'd emailed me her address, and I'd assumed that I'd be able to drive this far north and this far east, and there it would be.

Nope.

I got that far north, but when I tried to get that far east, I couldn't find a through road. I tried a little farther north, but eventually ran into a dead end going that way too. So I tried farther south and finally got through. By the time I arrived at my date's house, I learned from her brother that she'd figured she'd been stood up and had gone to hang out with a friend.

I guess I should have asked for directions.

How does one find the balance between asking about everything (and risking looking like an idiot) assuming too much? Life is perplexing.