TIFU by third-wheeling so hard I didn’t realize I was on their date

So this just happened and I’m still trying to process the fact that I’ve been the emotional support background character in someone else’s love story.

I live with my female friend (let’s call her A). We’re chill, we’re roommates, nothing weird. We also have this guy friend (B) who’s been hanging around our place a lot lately. And I, in my infinite naivety, thought we were all just really tight buddies. Like sitcom-level friend group. “Aw look at us, the trio!” I thought.

Fast forward to yesterday: the three of us go out for dinner, cracking jokes, sharing food, even walked back like one of those cute friend groups you see in a Netflix coming-of-age montage. I was vibing so hard I almost posted a story with “best night ever ❤️.”

Plot twist: it was their date.

I was the garnish. The decorative parsley on their romantic steak.

Anyway, we get home, I’m sitting there talking about how we should all do a trip together or start a podcast or something, and suddenly A gets all weird and quiet. I ask if she’s okay and she blurts out :

“I can’t keep lying. We have been dating for the past few weeks.”

And just like that, B casually walks into her room, she follows, door shuts, and I’m left sitting in the living room with the ghosts of all our past fake-friendship outings.

Now I’m just here questioning every moment like I’m in the post-credits scene of a murder mystery.

• That one time they “accidentally” ordered one dessert with two spoons?
• That time I was stuck in the back seat like an Uber driver while they “joked” about holding hands?
• That movie night where they sat suspiciously close and I thought the couch was just small?

Nope. I was just third-wheeling the whole damn time like a clueless extra with no lines.

TL;DR: Thought I was hanging with two best friends. Turns out they were dating the whole time and only told me after midnight—right before locking themselves in her room. I was the third wheel… on their relationship.