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. :-)
You were blessed. And bird blessed.
In all seriousness, the seagull part may have been divine intervention.
If you get my drift.😉