My girlfriend in a long distance situation often tackles this stupid topic with me. Why would we give up a great resto in a fun city just because the diaries of others are full when ours aren’t? I admit I’m happy to have her as a partner in crime these days, I recall the first time I made myself attempt this in Miami. I opted for a three course, white table cloth spot I’d been dying to try. I got dressed and headed out, book in tow. The owner couldn’t believe I was alone and said he could never do that. Helpful. We ended up chatting a bit, me practicing my French, he not laughing, and I ended up with a few glasses of wine on the house and a delicious dulce de Leche Mille feuille. I barely read my book, but I’m almost certain I enjoyed my food more.

It’s not sad (as mum thinks), it’s satisfying. If you can’t enjoy brain space with yours and maybe a good book, than who? So tonight, jonsing for a certain something (and agreement to self to clean the apartment and do laundry after a good meal) here we go again. Next month is slow in my diary for engagements so I’m going to cut out carbs and alcohol and then book a tropical holiday. Better enjoy the date for one while it’s still May. Promises to yourself really are the best. xoxo