So last night I did something I had never done before. I went to the movies alone.
You would think that being over 50 years old, I would have gone to the movies alone long before now, but no, I hadn’t. I always had this feeling that going alone said something about me, maybe that I was not good enough to have a date, undatable, unlovable?
Okay, so maybe that’s a little dramatic.
I only recently started to feel comfortable going to a restaurant alone for dinner. When I do, I find myself looking around at everyone else, especially others there alone. I usually sit at the bar, seems appropriate for someone alone, hate to take up an entire table just for me, it just makes it that much more obvious that I’m alone.
Actually, the likelihood is that no one else there even notices me, alone or otherwise.
I check out the people also sitting at the bar, some alone, some with others. Some are there with co-workers, some there on business, some celebrating with a friend. I can sit and try to make up entire stories about the people sitting there, why they are alone, what they are doing there, what is the relationship between them and those they are with. Must be the writer in me.
Sitting alone in the theater, I was a little self-conscious when I would laugh aloud, of course only at the funny parts.
I guess I can cross another thing off my list of things that I will do as I have begun my new life at 50. I have gone from being a girlfriend to a wife then a girlfriend and now I am learning to be just a single woman.
A single woman who enjoys dinner and a movie, sometimes alone.