Invisible Man. *adventures in singledom*

My waitress is caring for my singlehood.  Unsolicited attentions calling to the obvious.  Nothing awkward here, no sireee.

Uncomfortable with the fact I’m solo, she brought red wine and a water “to pretend your date is on his way.”  

There is no set up (napkin/cutlery). Just the water and wine.  My expected date is a lush.
While this is well-meaning and sweet — she is sort of a Russian fairy godmother — when my date fails to appear, it may look like I’ve been stood up…or, that I’m a delusional wino dining with my invisible friend.
Ah, solo dining. 

#angelseverywhere #singlelife

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