"The whole ‘being a cool, composed person who can have a casual drink in a bar by herself’ thing happens on a lot of shows (Samantha did it on Sex and the City and met a billionaire!), and it’s something I envy, given my documented fear of eating alone. This fear is why, when I got stood up a few weeks ago, I had a moment of sheer panic. It was one of those unfortunate situations where I didn’t have the guy’s number so I was just blindly circling the restaurant hoping I might find him…and nothing. My first instinct was to go home and eat pie. Then the cooler and more composed part of me kicked in and pointed out that it would be silly to have driven three quarters of the way across town to a restaurant I’d been wanting to try for nothing. So I approached the bar and sat down."
I won't go into what she discovers about being alone...forever in a bar, but lets just say it's honest and something I hopefully can work up the courage to do soon.
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