On Saturday night I took myself out. No use in waiting around for a date to take me somewhere. If I did that I wouldn't go anywhere. I could go into a rant about the idiocracies of men, but I'll save that for another time maybe.
I have to say I was a pretty good date. I was able visit a used bookstore I have been wanting to look around in, walk down a beautiful snowy main street, get a good meal, read a good book, and enjoy my own company. I'm sure not everyone can say they enjoy their own company when spending time alone just with themselves.
Just as I was rapping up my meal the wondering accordion player at the restaurant I was dining at came over and let me know that as a traveling salesman himself he is acutely aware of when diners from out of town come and eat at his establishment alone. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was from the area and the reason that I was eating alone was that I didn't have a boyfriend or someone to take me out to dinner so I have taken myself out. It was a sweet gesture on his behalf to let me know that he had noticed me.
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