A couple of weeks ago I took myself on a date. Alone. Just me. By myself. This may not seem like a major feat, but the pride I felt in walking into a movie theater, buying a ticket for 1, snatching up a soda and getting comfy for 2 hours in a dark theater gave me simultaneous anxiety and excited jitters.
I’m one of those people who typically prefers doing things with a friend or in a group to doing things alone. Don’t get me wrong, I almost always enjoy going shopping alone or taking on some other errand… but still tend to opt out of a lot of “me” activities. For my solo, romantic date I chose “The Vow”. It seemed to be just a tad too girly for Christian plus, ogling Channing Tatum is always a bonus regardless of the plot. I still can’t get the line about “agree[ing] to disagree about Red Velvet Cake” out of my head — or the impromptu art gallery wedding for that matter. I snuck in a few chocolate chip cookies and loved the freedom to see what I wanted to see and go when I wanted to go.
Hello, lovely, er, me… let’s do this again sometime.