I find this perplexing. If I asked a woman out on a date and she brought someone else, the date would end at that moment.
Period.
On my first date with my future hubby, we had company.
His dad and mom (who needed a new car after Dad had hit one of his many deer over the years), his two sisters, and his two aunts.
Still not sure how our date morphed into a car buying trip to a favored local dealer, but I rolled with the flow, had a lovely time, and gathered much sympathy and good will when a seagull dropped a load on my head. I treated the incident with rosy cheeked self-deprication, and could tell I had made a very good impression, on the ladies at least, when Mom and the aunts immediately dug out beautifully embroidered hankies from bottomless handbags and offered their handiwork to me.
It’s a lovely memory for me. (Well, not the seagull part.) Hubby still laughs his backside off when thinking about it. Which is fine since I love to see his smile.
Dates can be different. :-)