When three is not a crowd



Two is company, three is a crowd but not when you are the “crowd maker”. My walks in the Tower Park Annanagar have given me the chance to observe the many “crowd maker” who dot the park. If you are wondering who is a crowd maker (I made this up), it is that noble soul who offers his / her time and presence to make a couple not a couple.

You know with the moral police breathing behind your backs some private time for couples in public places are hard to come by worse if the fear of getting caught by a family member or a relative who will ensure that a little bit of hell is unleashed in the homes of those who get caught. So there you have these noble souls who make the supreme sacrifice of saving their friends with their presence and making a twosome more than that; No! I did not mean a threesome, you dirty minds.

How do you identify these crowd makers? Easy they look uncomfortable and bored sitting close but not close enough to hear but not hear the sweet nothings of the two nearby. They often hear everything but act as if they did not and hopefully they never use it to their own ends in not so good times. Mostly the crowd makers are women though there is the rare male with a heart of gold who is also found sitting busy with his phone trying to ignore the things around him.

I admire these kind souls who are making such sacrifices even today in this insular world where nobody cares for another. I often wonder what the perks of being a “crowd maker” can be:  I am guessing that brownie points from the friend, possibility of meeting a friend of the guy, free food, lot of free entertainment live, sometimes movie dates also happen in threes so more entertainment of the paid variety, lots of pointers for sweet nothings for future use could be some of the perks. I am sure that I must have missed out many because it is not so easy being a crowd maker.

So have you ever been a crowd maker for a friend?





P.S. I had been on a date along with a crowd maker, long ago. It was hilarious.   



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