Lost guy on a walk

The other evening, my guy called me while he was out for a walk. We had a great conversation, as always. Our conversation then steered into a different direction.

"I think I am lost," my guy said.
"You're walking in your neighbourhood, right?" I asked him.
"Yes, but on this street, I have no way of exiting. There are chain-linked fences everywhere," he advised.
"Oh, no. Well, pull out your Google Maps app and trace your walking path back home," I replied.
"It's so embarrassing," my guy admitted.
"It's okay. It's who you are. You will eventually get home. I just don't want to see on the news that a tall, good-looking guy spent the night hugging a shrub," I replied.

He felt at ease. He did manage to find his way back home. He is comfortable admitting something that could be perceived as embarrassing. I am sure that my accepting that he is directionally challenged without laughing at him made him feel better about the situation.

Naturally, my guy had to crack a pun.

"I'm on the right path home. I am a pathologist," he stated, which made me groan.
"Yes, you are a pathologist of the lost kind," I qualified.

Our conversations and experiences are never boring.