What's not fine is if he picks me up with his best friend sitting shotgun in the front seat grinning like he's going out for ice cream after winning his Little League game. Are you fucking kidding me? Now I gotta make small talk with TWO guys for the next three-ish hours? This is a nightmare.
He probably figured it'd reduce his stress level if he had his buddy by his side, but that doesn't mean that he gets a free pass to bring along the human equivalent of a blanky to our first date. I'd love to bring my best friend to our stupid first date too, believe me. But like a normal person I'll just to text her updates when he scoots to the bathroom; I don't need her to tag along with us like some kind of unpaid security detail.
I have nothing against his friend--who I'm sure is a nice guy even though I have no interest in talking to him--but why the fuck is he even here? I didn't realize that we'd need a chaperone to grab beers and play pool in some lame bar (his date idea, not mine). This is some rookie dating bullshit right here and I'm not standing for it. I will however sit for it. Over there by the jukebox. Far away from the both of them.