And sometimes I'm the idiot...

Last night I was supposed to meet up with a friend at The Grove, but she came down with a migraine and was unable to go out. So, I figured, I'm dressed up, in a good mood, didn't want to stay home or go dancing, so decided to try this one restaurant near The Grove that I've been wanting to check out. Wouldn't you know? The booked restaurant had one spare place at the bar where I was able to sit, have a glass of prosecco and enjoy a meal.

For a few of you reading, you're thinking, you went out to eat by yourself? I could/would never do that. Well I do. It's not awkward. I don't pull a book out of my purse. I don't fiddle with my cell phone. I sit, eat, and people watch. Because it's fun and because I can. (Although try to pull this in Italy, and the Italians look at you funny) The waiter, William, was quite helpful, and I made my selections.

Normally I don't sit at a bar, but that was my only option last night. To my right was a couple on a date, and to my left were a couple of guys who used to work together, catching up. And then there I was, sitting up straight, holding my glass of prosecco by the stem, because that's how you should carry a glass of chilled white. Of course, I can't help but eavesdrop... the man to my left was talking to his friend about wine and his travels and mentioned his brother Alessandro. Note to self, I could ask if he's Italian. I didn't.

The two men were chatting, drinking and trying different wines and eating... and I found out the one further to the left was married, plus he reminded me of my brother, which was starting to make me smile. At any rate, William brought out my dessert, a chocolate bacon crunch bar with salt and pepper ice cream-- don't judge, it was delicious. The man next to me looked over and said, "Wow, you've had a nice dinner, the agnolotti and the veal tongue, that was really good, wasn't it?" The men had ordered that too, along with some other plates. So I turned to look at him briefly to agree, and yes, I was smiling. He was really cute. So cute it made me nervous.

I left soon after that, kicking myself on the way out of the restaurant.

Sometimes I enjoy the alone time. BUT...
What were the odds that my friend would come down with a migraine? And the fact that there was only one available seat left in the joint?!
Not to over analyze, but I completely missed the mark. Sigh.