In October 1986 I was able to travel to Bathurst for The Big Race. A friend, knowing how much I liked watching motor racing, asked if I'd like to go. I was the friend of his girlfriend. They'd split up. The trip had been planned for a while, well, as much as you can when you throw a line at someone saying "Hey! Next time you get freebies for Bathurst from the club, if you've got a spare, I'd love to go."
A few weeks before the trip he asked me sheepishly whether it would be OK to bring his new g/f. Sheesh! I didn't have designs on him and what happened between my friend and him was between them. As far as I knew he was upfront with her and that's all you can ask for when a relationship ends.
My friend in Queensland had sent her son to stay with my family as he was having trouble at school and she thought that Mum would be able to sort out what was going on, whether it was him or the school, Mum's an infants/primary school teacher.
We had a great time, I'm sure he enjoyed himself, too. Even though the "I wants" got a bit tedious and I threatened to belt him from one end of Mt Panorama to the other (shocked looks on passersby - to whom I said "I'ts OK. I'm not his Mum. I'm his aunty.")
Sorry this post is such a mess. It's previewing all over the place, too.