my thoughts on being alone

i enjoy eating by myself. i have no problem going to a restaurant/movie/coffee house/havy metal concert by myself. danielle does not understand this and in fact has told me several times that she feels sorry for people that do things by themselves. this is a typical scene at a restaurant.

daniel: man… it has been like 3 years since we have gone out to eat. this is really nice.

danielle: wow… you’re right. the last time was august 18th for brunch. that was fun. we should totally do this more often.

emma: (screaming) PACI! PACI! PACI! (that is what she calls a pacifier)

daniel: oh yeah… that’s we we don’t go out often.

anna: aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. pppbbbbbhhhhhhhh.

(at this point danielle calls upon super powers, only known to mothers, and pulls a paci out of no where immediately calming emma down and manifests a chew toy for anna which curbs an otherwise unavoidable and catastrophic meltdown)

danielle: oohhhh

daniel: what is it?

danielle: oh nothing, you would just laugh at me.

daniel: possible, but what is it?

danielle: there is a little old man over there eating by himself. (this actually combines two things: her misunderstanding of people eating alone and she always thinks little old men are sad for some reason.

daniel: so?

danielle: he looks so sad sitting there all alone. i should go give him a hug or some candy.

this scene plays out almost every time we go anywhere. the reason i bring this up is that danielle was up north this past weekend with the girls… so i was home all by myself. well, tuesday night i called her to see if it was ok to go out to eat at red lobster (yes i asked if it was ok. if you are not married you won’t understand and if you are i don’t have to explain). she said it was ok and asked who i was going with. i told her that i was going by myself and she just laughed at me. the real funny thing is that the host sat me right next to a booth at which was sitting a little old man… by himself. i smiled.