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.