One detail of my recent date with ‘Indy’ that I skimmed over was the interloper.
In this case the “activity” in question was MY date with Indy and the “someone” in question was a drunk man.
Ordinarily the ‘drunk man attempting to ingratiate himself with your group’ scenario is not too tricky to deal with and a certain amount of bluntness can be employed to rid yourself of the pest.
Being on a date complicates things however. Especially a first date. On a first date both parties are getting to know each other but also looking for warning signs of mental behaviour; obsessively lining up cutlery, laughing manically for no reason, nervously looking over their shoulder the whole time… you know the sort.
This particular interloper was the most insidious type: The amiable man with a cute dog. The cute dog was his conversational ‘in’ and the next thing we knew he was sat on the sofa with us. Then came the awkward question that you don’t want to have to deal with on a first date.
“So are you two together then?”
Perhaps the high risk answer would be to earnestly declare that we met at bible class and were discussing how to persuade people that they have to devote their lives to Jesus if they don’t want to burn in Satan’s eternal fire.
However we just mumbled our way through with “no, errr, sort of”. He then instructed me to “look after her, she’s lovely”.
I would like to say that there is a moral to this story but I’m not sure there’s anything anyone could have done to prevent it. I mean as much the situation may have been awkward, booting a dog across a pub is DEFINITELY the kind of warning sign that people look out for.