Exquisitely Solo

Love, Sex

Low and behold what adventures a single girl can get into on a bench in front of a porn shop.

by Julie Robinson

What can you do solo?  Can you go out to eat?  Enjoy a glass of wine at a patio bar full of people? Watch a movie in the theater on a Saturday night?  Attend a concert or sporting event?  Normally, I prefer to go to bars with friends, but last Friday that wasn’t an option so I methodically applied my make-up, put on an Audrey Hepburn black dress, donned some heels, and set out on my own. . . .  

My plan was to walk to a small neighborhood joint I had never been to before, get a great seat at the bar, and flirt with abandon.  Embedded in this plan was the idea that if I accepted the evening for what it was, made the absolute most of it, my good attitude would pay off and I would end up having a good time.

The bar I amble into is tiny.  There are three booths, fewer tables, and on this particular night no open seats at the bar.  Deflated, I regrouped, sidled up to the bartender and asked, “Is anyone leaving soon where I can swoop down and take a seat?  I’m new to the neighborhood and flying solo tonight.”

This man is a professional so he made sure I was comfortable at a seat he saved for me, had a glass of wine in my hand, and began to introduce to regulars.  Somehow I began bonding with the twenty-something female singer of the band and also chatted briefly with a woman who was waiting for her date. 

The evening felt like a complete success as I placed my debit card in the plether sleeve and prepared to head back.  Brimming with a sense of pride for not feeling sorry for myself sitting at home, the card came back declined.  The only other plastic I had on me did the same thing.  Tonight I was not going to panic—but I only had enough cash to cover my bill and leave a paltry tip.  The oh-so-professional bartender accepted my apologies for the lame tip and I set out on my return walk home with a lot less bounce in my step.  Relax.  Breathe.  It’s not that big of a deal.  Then I remembered that I had a stash of cash back home.  Oh-yeah! 

That’s when I saw him.

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