Each time my husband was out of town and my girlfriends were not available to com out and play, I would stay home. I watched girly movies, drank wine, and ordered a pizza for dinner. I’ve always been afraid of going out alone. Thoughts of feeling like a “loser” also kept me from venturing out on my own.
One weekend I decided to conquer my fears, and I stepped out for a drink with myself. I went to an Irish pub near my home, sat at the bar, and ordered a drink. I brought my journaling notebook and e-reader for the company, just in case … OK, it was more as a safety blanket!
After a couple of drinks, and working on several story ideas for my blog, the couple next to me asked what I was writing about. A simple inquiry led to a friendly conversation; a round of drinks; and after a while, two other lonely bar-goers joined in.
This was a very liberating experience for me, and an opportunity to meet people and make new friends. I plan on doing it again. Professionally, it could also lead to story ideas.
So go ahead, lonely ladies! Try it! Next time, I may even ask another lonely lady to join me for dinner.
Lonely travels
