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For probably the first time in at least a year, although probably closer to four, I went out to a restaurant, by myself, and ate there.
By myself.
Just like an adult.
I brought a book. In retrospect, smutty romance chick-porn was probably not the best choice, but it was either that or The Year of Living Biblically, and people would have been looking at me funny either way.
And I'm pretty sure the creepy dude in the booth across from me was looking at me every single time I looked up, which wigged me out enough that I stopped looking up and started being self-conscious about my eating habits. Whether he was actually looking at me or not, I can't say as I'm naturally paranoid about things like that, which is the entire reason I don't eat out alone in the first place.
By myself.
Just like an adult.
I brought a book. In retrospect, smutty romance chick-porn was probably not the best choice, but it was either that or The Year of Living Biblically, and people would have been looking at me funny either way.
And I'm pretty sure the creepy dude in the booth across from me was looking at me every single time I looked up, which wigged me out enough that I stopped looking up and started being self-conscious about my eating habits. Whether he was actually looking at me or not, I can't say as I'm naturally paranoid about things like that, which is the entire reason I don't eat out alone in the first place.
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