Solo

Last week when I went to see Rock of Ages, the ladies who sat down next to me looked at me like I had five heads when I told them I was not saving the seat next to me -- that I was, gasp!, there alone.  A few days later, I sat down at a restaurant, took out a book and waited for someone to take my order.  After a few minutes, I had to call the waiter over.  He said he was waiting until my guest arrived.  Is it really so strange to sit at a restaurant alone?  What about attending a show alone?   It's not like you're conversing during the performance, so why does it matter if you're solo? 

I guess I kind of understand the restaurant. If you're eating alone, why not just pick something up and go home to dine in the company of your television.  But you know what?  It seems like Sex and the City, Family Guy and The Simpsons are the only shows that are ever on, and maybe I don't feel like eating with Mr. Big or Peter Griffin or Bart Simpson! So, to my waiter who kindly rubbed it in that I'm a weirdo who eats alone, have a little sympathy and bring me another glass of wine.

OK, that's all for my rant. I really don't have to deal with the funny looks too much longer. The other day I got amazing news that Adam can come earlier than we had originally planned.  He'll be here in three and a half weeks!  Until then, I'll be working, exercising, apartment searching and, if I dare, dining out solo.