I eat plenty of places by myself and with friends. I am simply no longer going to allow myself to be in any “dining relationship” with men in which I get asked out because a man wants me to prop up his ego, not because he wants to get to know me as a real person.
I did plenty of fine dining with the guy who got married nine months after my pastor told him our relationship was toxic, and he walked out without acknowledging problems or apologizing to me for the grief he caused.
I’ve done blind dating on and off for more than thirty years.
I’ve done ads in the personals section of our local newspaper.
I’ve had tons of people as guests in my home for all kinds of meals.
I’ve hosted neighborhood holiday parties.
I’ve hosted a women’s book club with tea-party goodies after.
I’ve cooked with and for roommates, neighbors, family, friends, strangers.
I want to be asked to be involved in others’ lives because they know my value and want its influence in their lives. I don’t want to wait around to see if anyone will “get” that I might be interested in being included AGAIN at the last minute.
I refuse, as I get older, to be that person nobody thinks of as a dinner guest . . . until the person originally invited gets sick.