Dining Alone but Never Alone


Sometimes a passion fruit martini just cannot be resisted. Now is one of those times!

Enjoy the warmth of nice outdoor cafe in Saigon. White lights on the palm trees. The peaceful sound of a million and one scooters just outside the gates.

The people watching is just beginning but I’ve selected my seat for the best viewing as the evening moves in and the place fills up. Just doing some writing, with the appropriate stimulation, and watching a cute little boy with his face painted like a pirate.

I’m getting over the ever-so-common, ever-so-annoying probes of wait staff. How many? One. One? One. You mean one? Yes, one. Blank look. Oh, okay. It invariably happens with every meal. You’d think that if someone were expecting others they would either have them with them, or say so upon requesting a table. Otherwise it should be assumed that an individual coming to dine might actually indeed be alone. Dear god, the horror of dining alone. They are continually shocked.

As for me, I’m used to it by now. In fact, I’m afraid that I might not be much of good company these days after dining alone so often. I think having a meal means time for people watching rather than conversation!

Okay, back to my writing.

Cheers,

Miel

P.S. I don’t count it as drinking alone as long as I have people watching to go alone with the martini!

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