Yep. Probably me. Well, not in the NY area, but around Boston. (sigh…)
Married until about five years ago. Found myself “suddenly single”, and had to make some decisions about how to do what I wanted to do, but now alone.
I like going to movies by myself, mostly because I like to sit close for that immersive experience, and it gives most other folks headaches. I get a bit self conscious going by myself when it is one of those movies that inspires loners to come out dressed in costumes; no way do I want to be associated with that!
And Ingmar Bergman films are just to damn depressing to see alone. Other than that, I just don’t have a problem with it.
Going to concerts/events was a bit strange at first, but it turned out that there is a curious benefit; I have snagged some terrific seats because they were singles.
I envy those who have local pubs. They seem to me to be more of a neighborhood place to connect with one’s neighbors than a place to go to drink (though there’s nothing wrong with that
). Around here, going to a bar alone to drink is either a career in itself, or else hoping to meet someone to go home with you (though there’s nothing wrong with that
). So, I tend to only go with friends.
Restaurants are tough for me. Breakfast and lunch don’t demand as much etiquette, but there is no way to be graceful with a book or newspaper at dinner. I ended up skipping that; I go for a corner or wall table, and just watch the other diners.
I go on vacation by myself, and I cherish that.
The toughest thing for me is not the act of doing things by myself, but *motivating * myself to do those things. There is a great exhibit at a museum, or a play that I really want to see, or I really want to get up early for travelling, and I find myself procrastinating. Once I finally get going, I have a good time.
best to all,
plynck