Have you ever gone to eat at a restaurant alone?
I never have, until tonight, that is…
I’ve been to fast-food places alone on multiple occasions, but that’s a little different. I’m talking about a real, sit down, a-la-carte, type restaurant. It was an interesting experience. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb, like everyone was looking at me and wondering why “that poor woman” is eating out at a restaurant all alone. And while the food was good, it felt like a little of a disappointment. I finally realized that there is an immense amount of truth behind the idea that eating is very much a social activity: having no one to share my meal time with made it much less of an enjoyable experience.
I’m sure I really didn’t stick out like a sore thumb and it was just a reflection of my own insecurities. I was hoping for a talkative server just so I could justify to them why I was eating out alone: “I’m from out of town and I’m here for work… I don’t really know anyone…” At least telling one person would have made me feel a little less awkward.
I guess I better get used to the feeling of eating out alone, seeing as how I still have about a week of dinners to get through! Luckily I have at least 2 upcoming dinners planned with other people: Friday night I am meeting with some of my classmates who are also in this same city doing electives, and on Saturday my sister is driving up from where she lives (about 3 hours away) to do some shopping, gossiping, and other “sisterly” stuff. It will be great! Hopefully those adventures will get my mind off of how much I am missing my boys.
But that’s a whole other thing to talk about. A whole blog topic on its own. It’s hard to think about and I’m not even half way done my elective. I’m worried if I think too much about how much I am missing them, it will only get worse. For now I will just continue to silently lament the fact that I have 7 more nights of eating dinner alone.