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Eating Alone…why all the fear?

so i am in the airport waiting for my Delta flight to board.  the Delta terminal is hot and smells like eggs, but that is not the point of this blog entry.  

i am sitting at a restaurant by myself.  but i am not really by myself because i am using my computer as a buffer.   i honestly don’t think that i have ever sat in a restaurant, by myself, with no phone or book or anything.  that leads to the question, “why do i fear eating alone in restaurants?”  why do any of us?  i am perfectly fine scarfing down a soft pretzel covered in mustard on the NYC subway.  or eating an everything bagel with cream cheese as i walk from the bagel place to my apt.  and neither of those paint me in the best light, believe me.  but put a table in front of me and a server asking me if i need more water, and i turn into a fearful aloneeater.  

even this blog is an attempt to look like i really have to get something done on my laptop.  the eating thing is secondary to whatever spread sheets i am…spreading…or emails i am sending.  the waitress has now left me alone.  she cleared my table 5 minutes ago but has not brought me my check.  she probably thinks i am entrenched in some number-crunching-excel-counting-conference-call-stock-checking moment and wants to give me time to emerge for air.

when in fact i am just blogging about not being able to not blog because i am afraid to look like a lonely woman…munching on a last lonely french fry.

it was a good burger though.