The Myth of the Better Half, (Part One)


From time to time in my life, I have shown up at a bar or restaurant by myself, and—as I stood beside the ‘Please Wait to be Seated’ sign—I have made eye contact with the host or hostess, and been asked:

“Just one?”

It doesn’t have to be a loaded question, but to me it often feels that way.

“Yup!” I’ll say, (too enthusiastically.)


“Just me today!” with a cheerful laugh, which is meant to reassure them that I feel great about my life, and they shouldn’t worry about me because I really—seriously!—do have friends with whom I go to restaurants and bars and such places, so my being alone on this particular occasion is completely, 100 percent, a choice. read more

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