DScottGRRL

the new bold (almost feral) dan

In the name of science, I decided to boldly go where I’ve never dared before.

Out to lunch.

BY MYSELF.

Egad you don’t even know.

Well if you know me you do know.

I despise being alone in public.

But in the name of science — and because I have decided to debut a bolder, more daring me — I ate alone. Well, I had a Dave Barry book to keep me company. Such a comfort in hard times.

So let me tell you — was not that bad. Here are the things I had going for me.

1. It was lunch. Eating lunch alone at a restaurant I feel is much less loser-ish than eating dinner alone.
2. It was primarily a work crowd. Ideally, I would have brought along some spreadsheets and folders and then I wouldnt be the poor soul eating alone — I’d be the dedicated executive who doesn’t even take time off for lunch. For some reason, that’s more acceptable. It’s a sad society in which we dwell.
3. It’s my second week on the job, for pete’s sake. Give the girl a break! Of course, nobody but me knew this but in my own little mind it was a good enough rationalization. I certainly don’t know anyone well enough that I’d like to invite them out to eat and gosh darn-it I wanted sushi. So there.

So anyway, it turned out not to be that bad. I buried my head in my book to drown out the voices mocking me for eating alone, the eyes boring into me lamenting the loneliness of this cute, but bookish girl.

And I came out the other end alive. Yay me. Wait — yay to the bolder, more daring, new me.