Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Long before I got into a relationship, I was always the third wheel. I was always the person my friends called first to help "cover" for them if their parents didn't want them hanging out with their respective SOs--the one who made an obvious hello-appearance at the mall entrance and an even more obvious goodbye-appearance to their parents.
Often I would go because I wanted to hang out with my friends or just get out of the house. Needless to say, it's hard to include a third wheel in the romance.
One of my habitual-cover-up-needing friends invited me to go see a movie with her and her boo one night. Even before they showed that "turn your cell phones off" clip during previews, they were already making out. Could they have at least waited until the lights were completely out?
We went to watch one of those psychological thrillers--one of those movies I feel you need to pay attention to in order to understand it. I'm easily startled when I watch psychological thrillers, but during the most intense chase scenes and supernatural/ghost/horror scenes, I heard these awkward cooing and lip-smacking sounds coming from my left.
And this is why I don't sit in the back of movie theatres, I thought to myself, super grossed out.
My friend might as well have straddled her boyfriend and humped him the entire time. Her hands were in his unzipped pants, and he unbuttoned most of her shirt. Should I be taking part in this or something? Everyone looking back is shooting me dirty looks anyway...
"Can you guys stop?!"
They heard me but carried on anyway. Raging hormones were raging for about two hours straight.
The best third wheel story I heard from my best friend:
He was in a movie theatre as well (why was this so typical?) with a couple who took it upon themselves to multitask and perform some handy-work during the movie. She aimed for the face. His face. And he jizzed himself.
My friend sat back and laughed as they freaked out a bit--a story worth paying the movie ticket to retell.
Have you ever made someone a third wheel without intending to? What was your most awkward experience as a third wheel?