(What I'm going to do to some of these guys here. That are on dates. Minor detail.)
Right, ok, so I'm fairly secure with myself. Well, no that's a lie, but I have no problem spending time alone. One thing I've realized I'm not comfortable with? Sitting alone at a table in a restaurant. On Valentine's Day. Surrounded by couples and men who are clearly at the bar to pick up what they believe are sad single women with low self esteem that just want to be loved and hate V day. Not that they're hitting on me. So I can only guess.
(Also, there are a number of very good looking men here. I'm wondering what the protocol is on trying to hit on another woman's man on V Day...)
Oh, and the best part that I'm legit having so much fun watching? I'm sitting across from a couple of 3 year olds on a date. Real ages to be determined, but I'm pretty sure I'm not far off. How do they have money to be here? Never mind, I know. Mommy gave them money when she dropped them off.
Damn, I wish my Mom still did that...
And as I sit here, laughing to myself as I write and happy there's no stupid accordion playing love songs because it's now probably common knowledge that I'm not a fan of conventional "romance", I realize I'm sitting at a candlelit table.
Shit.
Love,
Bella
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