Since I had been dragged out of home at an outrageously unearthly hour ( early morning meeting of husband ) without a morsel to eat, and had unceremoniously been dumped in front of aforesaid coffee shop, where was the choice? Food beckoned my indignant heart, and stomach, and I had to eat.
But the food is not my point. The point is I had it alone.
Sometime back, I caught an episode of Sex and the City devoted to how the lead character could not go out for a meal by herself without hiding behind a book….. I don’t know how much of a benchmark S and the C is or how typical it is of the day to day life of a young woman in India, even in the metros, but I’m assuming that somewhere there are similarities, at least in the feelings and the emotions. That bit I think is common all over the world.
So then, apparently, it is a bit of an uncomfortable situation for most women. Being out alone. You need the crutch of another person or, as in her case, a book. I asked a few women today at work. Most said they would not really dress up and go out – alone.
I, on the other hand, quite enjoy it. A movie, a play or even dinner. I have never let go of a play I wanted to watch for lack of finding people to go with. I once walked into a very fancy place in Bandra, all dressed up, and asked for a table for one. I couldn’t help it. Hubby was traveling and I really, honestly just wanted to be by myself. So this guy at the door gave me a very annoyed look. He had tons of people waiting and here was this woman wanting to hog a table by herself. Later one of the hostesses actually came up to me to ask why I was alone!?
The point is to be able to enjoy, let your hair down, and do what you want to do not because hubby is not in town/friends are not available etc etc. but because YOU WANT TO. Trust me no one cares if you’re alone sitting at a table enjoying a steak. No one pities you. A lot of them will admire you though.