So many of you know me as such an extrovert and also very comfortable with myself. And I am…usually. But not always when I’m in a situation when I’m by myself…like when I’m traveling alone.
So here’s the thing. I hate eating alone in restaurants. HATE. I feel like everyone around me looks at me and wonders why I’m alone, having pity on me because I can’t find a dining companion. I usually take something to read just to look busy. Even if I don’t end up actually reading any of it.
If I can hide in a dark corner booth, awesome.
So this week I’m at a conference in downtown Atlanta. And I ate alone at Hard Rock last night in the bar area. Not so bad…and others were alone. But tonight I was just going to grab something in the hotel lobby bar. So I went down to it, but then noticed all of the tables were out in the open lobby and filled with groups of people laughing. I didn’t have a group…and laughing too much by myself would seem odd. I suddenly felt very alone and awkward. Plus, I couldn’t see if they were people from my conference, but thought what if they were and didn’t ask me to join them??
So I kept walking and went right back to the elevator (which was out of sight) and went right back to my room and ordered room service.
And I really enjoyed my chicken tacos and French fries…in my pjs!
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