Straight at the Roundabout

I saw my dream boy in Wales on the weekend... He was rugged and walking along the coast in outdoorsy clothes with a fishing pole in one hand and a tesco bag with fish in the other. It was all going so well...the vibes as he marched 20 feet ahead of me along the path were so strong...then we drove away from the parking lot barely two minutes apart...but then it all went wrong when he went straight at the roundabout...