Maybe I’m just a weirdo**, but I love eating alone in restaurants. (Preferably at the bar, preferably with a good book.) I guess I haven’t internalized the horrible social stigma of doing so. One of the best things about New York is that you can go somewhere and be around people and not have to talk to any of them! So if you happen to see me sitting at the bar with a glass of wine and a paperback, just avert your eyes and pretend not to notice, and I’ll continue to be oblivious to the ensuing waves of pity for my obvious desperation and loneliness.
** I realize that’s not entirely a hypothetical.