When FOF sister, Shelley, and I passed by a neighborhood coffee shop today, she announced, “I could never eat at a restaurant alone. I love being by myself, but that’s one thing I wouldn’t ever do.”
“Why do you feel this way?” I asked. “I love to eat out alone.”
“I think people would see me and say to themselves, ‘Look at that woman. She doesn’t have anyone.’”
“But you do have someone,” I answered, of course referring to Rusty, her husband of 41 years.
Irrational or not, we all have things that make us insecure, and Shelley’s thing is eating at a restaurant alone. I don’t like it when the music starts at a wedding, or other event, signaling the start of dance time. Always the tallest girl in grade school, I’d sit on the sidelines while all the short boys (it takes them longer to mature) danced with the shorter girls. Over the years, I’ve thought of taking dance lessons, but now they’re not on my list of 100 things to do before I die.
Some women won’t go unescorted to dinner parties, movies, or on a trip. I adore going to the movies alone. Besides, who talks to her companion during a movie, anyway? While I’d rather take a trip with someone stimulating, I wouldn’t hesitate to travel alone if I couldn’t find someone to go with me.
My mother never dined out without my dad, a friend or relative, but when daddy died, she was comfortable having dinner at a restaurant by herself. Sometimes we’re forced to do things that take us out of our comfort zone, but I do think it’s worthwhile trying them when we don’t have to.
I’d love to know how you feel about being alone?