Being a solo traveller I have often, inadvertently, been the third wheel of many a romantic date. Drinks whilst watching the fountains in Las Vegas – I’ll be sharing the table with you both, tuc tuc ride for two up a mountain – budge over I’m coming with you, romantic evening watching the sunset in a secluded cove – yep, I’m just a couple of meters away so no alfresco lovin’ for you two tonight.
To these poor couples whose amorous moments I have totally and utterly ruined – today, on this St Valentine’s day, I offer up my sincere apologies.
I am reminded of a time a couple of years ago when I was watching a sunset from a roof top bar, whilst sat a little too close to a couple who were on their first date. They had covered the standard first date preamble of jobs, family, films and music and were at the end of their first drink:
- Her: “You’re my ideal man”
- Him: “Wow that’s bold”
It carries on for a bit longer still
- Her: looks embarrassed
- Him: Looks terrified
She headed for the bathroom and in fairness he didn’t run away but did use his mobile, I speculated that he may have been arranging an ‘out’. She returned and they left to go for dinner.
I silently wished them both good luck as they passed by.