. . .One evening, a couple of months after Rick died, I just couldn’t stand being alone in the house anymore, but I also knew I was not fit company for anyone. I was miserable and sad and lonely, but I was only lonely for Rick, so that also negated the idea of calling a friend or family member. I was desperate to get out of the house, to get away from my sadness and despair, so I thought why not go to a movie by myself? There was a movie I’d been wanting to see, so I got in my car and went to the movie alone.
I decided to go full out for my solo night out. I went to the theater with the reclining seats, took a jacket to use as a blanket, ordered nachos with jalapeños (definitely not on my low-carb diet plan), bought one of those giant movie theater diet Cokes, and settled in to watch the movie. At first it felt odd entering the theater alone! It was the latest Star Wars adventure, and I honestly think I was the only 60-year-old woman sitting alone in the entire place. I was surrounded by mostly men, mostly in their 20s to 40s. But soon, I felt like I was in a community of fellow movie lovers, and I was content. And I was also a little surprised, because I hadn’t felt contentment in a long time.
A movie alone has now become a typical thing for me to do. I enjoy it. I guess in a way I’m dating myself. And me, myself, and I are having a fine time doing one of my favorite activities. Read the blog here.