Boots: Chinese Laundry (same), Jeans: Gap Always Skinny (same), Shirt: Levi’s, Jacket: Old Navy (similar ), Scarf, Gloves & Purse: Just Creations (similar tiny purse)
I was really excited yesterday to see lots of other people get that nagging urge to prove they are right. Even if you never tell the person you were arguing with you can tell ME, Loren, your blogger friend. I will gloat with you when you are correct about the name of that guy you knew in high school, or the price of the cookies you tried to buy at the grocery store, or that Cadbury eggs really are getting smaller.
Here’s another ‘Loren Emotion’, I’m not sure if I’m the only person who feels this way. So here it goes.
I love eating lunch by myself.
There, the true is out. Sure a lunch date with boyfriend is nice, or going out with the co-workers on pay day. But the average Monday-Thursday I’d rather be alone.
There’s no pressure to small talk while your mouth is full. No one makes weird comments about how your food is or isn’t healthy. You can put all your potato chips on your sandwich, or pick out all the onions, or dip your fries in your McFlurry without judgement. You can read without interruption. And, as a slow eater, there’s never any pressure to hurry up & finish because everyone else is done already.
I’ve run into people I know on my lunch outings and while they are always very nice the conversation goes a little like this:
Friend: So where’s Kent this afternoon?
Me: He’s working.
*Friend makes a very obvious pity face*
Friend: Oh… so… you are eating… by yourself?
Me: Yep! I’ve got my book I’m trying to finish and then I’m heading back to work.
Friend: Huh… Well… take care.
Dear friends & acquaintances. My solo lunches are awesome.