Sunday, December 28, 2008

One is the loneliest number

I need to learn to like myself. I am alone in this world and probably will be for the rest of my life. I need to be able to get around by myself.

There are some things that I will do alone - go to the grocery, shop at Wally World or my favorite clothes shops. There are a couple of restaurants where I will go alone, but very few. It all goes back to my mother who constantly told me A lady is never seen publicly alone. That was reaffirmed on an early trip I made to Nashville where I stayed at my first highly rated hotel. I went to the restaurant there for lunch - and was told by the host that they do not seat unescorted ladies. It was suggested that I return to my room and order room service. I instead left the hotel and found a McDonald's on my way to my afternoon appointment. I never tried that again.

I did go on vacation by myself a couple of weeks ago. But I didn't stray far from my condo until Prince 2 joined me. I ate in my unit. I didn't even go to the pool alone.

This has got to change. I am not a homebody and I am not happy with my own company. Something has to change.

Maybe an increase in the prozac?

1 comment:

Bon Don said...

WOW! I can't believe they wouldn't seat you! That is just so crazy