Favorite Place

It's been a while since I've been out on a solo date. Honestly, I've been either too busy, or tired.

I'd been out some with a guy, dates and so on. That has come to end, so time for more solo dates!

A couple of weeks ago, I had a GREAT night out with a group of people I hardly ever get to see. We went to a show in New Haven. It was great to be at a big, exciting music show, with a crew of people I have known for over a decade, some more like....2 decades, but haven't seen for a couple of years. The energy was amazing. And...heheh...the other fun thing was:

Any time I snuck off away from the crowds, I was never alone. Was approached by diffferent guys, looking for conversation...hitting on me I guess. I was even invited back stage by a member of one of the opening bands, which I lamely declined. Besides, he wasn't all that attractive.

Tonight, after work, I took myself to my new favorite place. I had been there before, on a solo night. And it's nice to be there early, before the friday night dinner rush. It's a European style, and has french doors that open wide to the sidewalk in nice weather. I walked up after getting out of work, noticed I was following a man who had just gotten off a motorcycle, and yes, he went into the same place. And he knew me. NO - not American Harley Man. He recognized me from a year ago when he was looking to help his daughter learn beading. We had some idle chatter about the bead business, and retail.

I noticed that I wasn't the only woman there by myself. There was a woman at a table with a suit jacket/skirt and pearls. There was another woman with heavily painted on eyeliner, who seemed WAY too happy with all the french and spanish speaking staff. Some of the wait staff have such heavy accents, that it is hard to understand them. They call you "Madame", and "Mademoiselle". The sexy french manager, well you just expect him to kiss your hand upon greeting, and he parts you with "Bon appetite!" (with his swarthy blue eyes). Sitting at the bar, my first server was a handsome Spanish looking man, very attentive. Then (I only stayed for a salad and a glass of Chardonnay), it was a tall, broad, dark skinned man. He asked me, "Are you new in town?" Well, why else would an attractive young female be at a nice place all by herself? "No, I've been here for a while." He says, "It's nice to meet you, my name is Cosby". Cosby???? A black man, yes. I would have stayed longer, but that one glass of wine made me all flushed in the face, which is quite embarrassing.

When I left, I walked along the green to have a look at another restaurant that I haven't been to in YEARS (since I went there for lunch with my Grandmother?), to have a look at their new bar area. May have to check that again as another solo night out. Perhaps another adventure tomorrow? We shall see. Perhaps with my old lady friends ;)