You kinda messed up. Granted it wasn't completely your fault, you did think you would have a boyfriend to take home for the holidays-so saying you already had one shouldn't have been too much of a lie. You call your best friend, asking her what to do. You're on a ski lift, one last stop before heading home to your parents and you have no clue what to do. It's a long ride, for quite a steep slopYou kind of messed up. Granted, it wasn't completely your fault; you did think you would have a boyfriend to take home for the holidays, so saying you already had one shouldn't have been too much of a lie. You call your best friend, asking her what to do. You're on a ski lift, one last stop before heading home to your parents, and you have no clue what to do. It's a long ride on quite a steep slope; it's a miracle you didn't lose service. Your friend's advice was to "own up to it." You thank her and hang up. The man next to you clears his throat and extends a hand. "Hello, ma'am, I'm Thoma. One of the children's ski instructors...could you allow me the honor of helping to alleviate your current dilemma?"