so i am in the airport waiting for my Delta flight to board. the Delta terminal is hot and smells like eggs, but that is not the point of this blog entry.
i am sitting at a restaurant by myself. but i am not really by myself because i am using my computer as a buffer. i honestly don’t think that i have ever sat in a restaurant, by myself, with no phone or book or anything. that leads to the question, “why do i fear eating alone in restaurants?” why do any of us? i am perfectly fine scarfing down a soft pretzel covered in mustard on the NYC subway. or eating an everything bagel with cream cheese as i walk from the bagel place to my apt. and neither of those paint me in the best light, believe me. but put a table in front of me and a server asking me if i need more water, and i turn into a fearful aloneeater.
even this blog is an attempt to look like i really have to get something done on my laptop. the eating thing is secondary to whatever spread sheets i am…spreading…or emails i am sending. the waitress has now left me alone. she cleared my table 5 minutes ago but has not brought me my check. she probably thinks i am entrenched in some number-crunching-excel-counting-conference-call-stock-checking moment and wants to give me time to emerge for air.
when in fact i am just blogging about not being able to not blog because i am afraid to look like a lonely woman…munching on a last lonely french fry.
it was a good burger though.
True that. But why do we fear so much about eating alone in a restaurant/fast food?
