Dear Diary,
Have you ever dined alone? I always think of that scene in 'Hope Floats' where she goes to the restaurant on her own while she's exploring her photography career. Harry begins to compliment her for going alone. 'It's not for everyone,' he says. And he gives tips on how to pull it off.
I am often torn between whether it is sad or theraputic. I have at times felt it was freeing somehow. An exercise in independence. During Grad school I used to go every afternoon to a favorite establishment and I would eat and study or write. It was when I was working on my show. I sat at the same booth every day, had the same waitress, and ordered the same thing. They all said hello when I entered, I never really had to order, my food would just arrive, and there was something very 'romantic' about the whole ordeal. I had a place where 'everybody knows my name.'
Other than that, I have only done it once or twice. I once took myself to Olive Garden and felt as though the waitstaff was very disappointed to have to put in time for a table of one. I felt like an inconvenience. But I do think it's an excellent exercise of independence. I enjoy the experience.
And I'm not unequal to it. But I hope I won't be dining alone tomorrow...
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