Five years ago, I met someone who enjoyed dining and going to the movies alone. My twenty-year-old self couldn't fathom why anyone would want to see a flick or dine by themselves. Where was the fun in that?
Since then, I have had moments when I've briefly considered doing something like going to a restaurant or the theater alone. But they were fleeting considerations, and I've never actually done it...until recently.
I wanted to see a movie, but had no one to see it with me. Determined not to let that stop me, I decided to go. Alone. And it wasn't bad. Nice, actually.
While I stood in the ticket line, I felt a little lonely. Which may make sense, seeing as how I was, well, alone. It was a Friday night, so naturally I was surrounded by couples on date-night and groups of friends. I bravely approached the ticket window and said, "One, please," fearing the young lady at the ticket window might point and laugh at me. She didn't. I made my way into the theater and the show started. I'm surprised to say that I actually enjoyed myself. I laughed when something was funny. I even felt a tear slip down my cheek during one of the film's sadder moments. And when the movie was over, I left, certain that it wouldn't be my last time going to the movies alone.
Who knows? Next, I might be brave enough to have dinner alone, too.
I found this video later, after the fact. It's beautifully written and filmed.
Credits: Poem written and performed by Tanya Davis, video by Andrea Dorfman.
