I knew right then and there I didn’t have a choice. I was going skiing, whether I liked it or not. I figured at this point, I had nothing to lose. Sure, I was already broke. So what harm could a little more broke do? And just like that, I was set to embark on a road trip, newly single, to a ski resort with two attractive women that I barely knew. It was every man’s dream.
Thanks to the combined efforts of a flakey GPS that apparently lost its marbles and scattered snow flurries, what should have been a four-hour drive to Blue Mountain, Ontario turned into a seven hour one. Adriana was irritated because it was going to cut into her nighttime runs on the slopes. Melody was irritated with Adriana for being so irritated. And I was taking it all in stride, just happy to be away from the ghost that was once my home.
Despite the hiccups, during the course of our journey, three strangers morphed into friends and I quickly learned how much we had in common and how much we didn’t. What they did realize was that this trip couldn’t have come at a better time … for all of them. When it was all said and done, we began the trip as strangers. By the time we pulled into the parking lot of the resort, we were the best of friends.