Table for one, please?
Last night, I did that thing where you get all dressed up, go to a fancy restaurant, order an expensive dish, by yourself. Going on a date solo has always appealed to me, given that my mind usually associates the act with strong female leads traveling in romantic comedies, unconsciously romanticizing the event as a rite of passage to independence and confidence. So, feeling like Julia Roberts, I had fun. I dressed for the occasion. “American… View Post