Yesterday I met some friends for an early dinner – we were on a patio enjoying the breeze and the company. It dawned on me that that was the first time I had gone out as a single person in almost 23 years. It was in the middle of dinner when I realized it. It wasn’t weird or anything, but I did feel a bit melancholy about the realness of it. I’m not single by choice, but I am single now – it doesn’t matter if I want to be or not.