All by myself: a single woman’s guide to having fun in a world built for couples

Table for one, I told the server, who swiftly seated me. I thought I’d caught a lightning fast look of surprise when I said “one”. I was all decked out in my black heels and evening dress. “Are you waiting for someone? If so I can be on the lookout,” he said. “A friend might join me later,” I replied, with the emphasis on “might”.
The server’s question wasn’t a surprise. After all, it was a Friday evening, a classic date night,…