With close friends who are in medical school and a boyfriend who’s always on the move, I find myself in my own company quite frequently.
At this point, I’d have to say that I’m in a serious relationship with, myself. We’ve been together for like 25 years but it’s just now getting really serious.
To nurture the relationship, I take myself to Toro just about every week. Toro is a small tapas restaurant in my neighborhood that whips up the best taste combos my mouth has ever encountered. It’s not the cheapest place on the block, but then again I’m certainly not a cheap date.
I’ll sashay in on a Monday or Tuesday usually, when the crowd isn’t too large and I can grab a table by the window. I think the staff knows me as the curly-haired, super-smiley bookworm—I come in with a new book every month or so. My waitress always asks what I’m reading and if I can recommend anything good. She can’t get over my passion for reading. I can’t get over it either; in fact, I think it’s my most attractive feature.
I generally order the foie gras pincho dish with pear and bacon chutney (to die for!), the sublime skirt steak (comes sliced thin atop a delicious caramelized onions), and a glass of Garnacha. A tidy, lovely meal that fills my stomach without making me feel heavy and sick—small portions are better, I tell myself.
Try something new and go on a date with yourself. At first glace, scary for sure, but I guarantee that you’re in for a pleasant surprise. You’ll always be your hottest, most captivating date.