A Shot of Hennessy
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| Just try not to look at creepy as this guy. |
When the time creeps up to 12:30, don’t frantically mass-text everyone in your phone book “meet me @ houston?”
Make a lunch date with yourself instead. You can do whatever you want! Eat your California roll with a fork, chomp on your Hemo’s as unflatteringly as you’d like. Except I personally would still stay away from that Indian “food”…ew.
No, you don’t have to pull out your DP and fail miserably at the New York Times crossword (if it’s after Wednesday) and you know you want to save that Sudoku for Physics class when you’ll really need it. Why not enjoy your own company? After all, if you can’t stand being around yourself how the hell is anyone else supposed to?
For most Penn students, doing much of anything alone is a source of great anxiety. You will say, “But Morgan, how are people supposed to know I am cool/likable/popular/normal if I eat lunch alone? What if I run into that cute [insert frat here] boy?? He’ll think I’m a pariah!”
People already know that you have friends, or at least I hope so. As evidenced by several fraternities on campus, the harder you try to prove that you’re cool the less cool you will actually look. It takes sophistication and self-satisfaction to sit happily alone. Audrey Hepburn never called a friend to eat breakfast with her at Tiffany’s.
Sidenote: this only works in public places - eating alone squirreled away in one’s room is lonely and reclusive.
There are times when you don’t want to be alone by any means…for example, when you’re walking home from 42nd and Baltimore at 3 a.m. Or when you’re trying to pick out what to wear before a party. That’s always hopeless without a friend around.
But lunch is just perfect.
This weekend I experienced it myself. Saturday was a beautiful day. I’d had a stressful week, so I headed downtown for a few hours of intensive retail therapy, and soon my tummy was rumbling.
I went to have a slice in this awesome brick-oven pizzeria…by myself.
I wasn’t armed with a DP, a book, or my physiology notes. I sat by the window and tried to look demure while scarfing down my food.
Passersby didn’t stare, no one pointed and laughed. However, I did make some serious eye contact with a cute guy. How bad could that be?
So next time your mass-text replies are nil, don’t panic and grab sushi on the run. Sit and enjoy your food with your own, fabulous self.
A Shot of Hennessy appears every Monday and Wednesday.







