When he was 5 his parents moved to Buffalo. When he reached school age he attended the public schools. He wanted to study jurisprudence so he attended Harvard University. After he finished his studies he was admitted to the Bar.
I had just graduated college and gone to London in hopes of working in a kitchen typically, I ended up working as a waitress. What I was anxious about was eating out——alone.
Eating alone at home is one thing: You cook, then sit at the table and eat. Maybe you read or watch TV at the same time. But at twenty-one, eating alone in a restaurant was new to me. The idea of going to a proper restaurant and eating a meal by myself had never really occurred to me.
But suddenly, in a brand new city with nothing but time on my hands, I wanted to be out.
Hunger is a powerful force though, and it won out in the end. I chose a restaurant I had passed on previous wanderings, the reconnaissance somehow providing a sense of security in the familiar.
But sitting down and scoping out the room, I felt awkward. I was terribly conscious of being young, female, and American, but mostly, I was conscious of being on my own while all the other diners were not.
The lights were dim and the waiters were kind, but still, here I was out to dinner alone. I ate a bowl of mushroom ravioli and drank a glass of red wine, the cheapest on the menu.
And I know I read my book, or tried to, missing sentences and having to go back to re-read paragraphs — again and again — because my awareness of sitting there by myself was simply too strong. This memory comes back years later and many, many enjoyable solitary meals behind me, because of a woman I saw the other night.
In New York you see people eating alone everywhere, from the corner dumpling shop to the most elegant restaurants. And, with the popularity of bar seating, more than ever you see people eating by themselves while idly reading a newspaper, or more likely, talking on a cell phone which does not count as eating alone in my book.
She came into this fashionable, casual restaurant, ordered a glass of wine, and drank it while eating a plate of prosciutto and cheese. She ate quickly, and glanced around often, a bit anxiously.
Watching her I thought it might be her first time as a solitary diner. It goes without saying that eating is nurturing.
Especially, it seems, for women. Because learning to enjoy a meal out with only your own company or that of a good book is an empowering experience, one that offers an opportunity to nourish both the body and the mind. Socially, eating alone is not a sign of our strength, but of a lack of social standing.
With no one sitting across the table to keep us occupied, we wonder what those others sitting in the room make of our solitary status. Activities like phoning, texting, and emailing not only keep our minds from settling and enjoying the solitude, but from experiencing the purity and possible insecurity of being alone.
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