A Tale of Two Katsu
Met up with my high school friend Gail last night for our pre-Christmas dinner. Because we really wanted to try out the fully-packed Yabu, a newish Katsu place at the Atrium in Megamall, we made do with bar seating instead of waiting for a table to free up. I sat beside a bleach-blonde, unconventionally-dressed woman who was eating alone. She was about my age (plus or minus a few), and had a Rurouni Kenshin ticket plopped next to her plate. I wanted to strike up a conversation with her because she smiled at me when she sat down, and judging from her style (and her RK ticket), I seemed to have more things in common with her than I had with Gail (hahahaha!). But I didn't because I don't really know how to talk to random people. Besides, I wasn't sure what Gail thought of her (she already thinks I'm weird because I went to HK to watch a concert by a group whose songs I can't even understand). Too bad. We could have been friends! Oh well.
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Meanwhile, I don't really get what the big deal is about eating alone. I actually like eating alone. I enjoy my food more because I feel less stressed -- I don't need to engage in conversation or try to match other people's pace or anything.
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Meanwhile, I don't really get what the big deal is about eating alone. I actually like eating alone. I enjoy my food more because I feel less stressed -- I don't need to engage in conversation or try to match other people's pace or anything.