Table for One, Please… Crashed by a High-Fiver

“Table for one, please.” At first I hated saying it. For some reason it carries a sense of embarrassment, probably because the waiter or waitress always responds back with, “Oh, just one?” as if it is unthinkable that a person would be dining alone, especially on a weekend. Not to mention all the other patrons coming in couples and groups of friends, looking over at you as if to feel sorry for the poor girl sitting there by herself.

After a short adjustment period where I must admit I felt awkward and slightly embarrassed, I began to rather enjoy my moments alone. I love the company of others and I’m a very social creature, but sometimes it’s refreshing to go out and not worry about forming topics of conversation. How many times in life’s daily grind do we get these precious moments to ourselves to reflect on the day?

There I was enjoying a cup of tea at my table for one, when I saw him approaching. He was tall with light brown eyes and his lips had a devious sort of curve about them. I wouldn’t describe him as handsome, but there was certainly something attractive about him. “Tea on a Saturday night?” he asked with a chuckle. “Yes,” I said, “I know it doesn’t seem very exciting.”

We started into conversation about where I was from and why I was here in Bothwell of all places. “Would you like a real drink?” he asked. I hesitated, “Sure, I guess. Amaretto on the rocks.” I watched him raise his right hand and I watched it come towards me. I quickly realized what was happening and raised my right hand to meet his in the air… in a high-five. “Good choice,” he said. I was taken back for a moment. Did he just high-five me? He turned from the table and walked to the bar to gather our drinks.

The conversation was going quite well. He seemed nice enough, interesting. He was an engineer of some kind and had done a fair amount of travelling across Europe. I said I had done my fair share as well. “What has been your favorite place so far?” he asked. “Berlin, Germany.” I answered. “I love Berlin! I spent a few weeks there with my mate,” he said excitedly. There it was again, his right hand rising into the air across the table for a high five. This is just becoming comical, I thought. I suddenly felt like I was in a Seinfeld episode with a real-life David Putty.

 The conversation continued to favorite types of music. He had played in a band with friends for four years at university. “What type of music did you play?” I asked. “Did you ever hear of the Shins?” he replied, “They were our inspiration. That indie-folky sound.” “I really like the Shins,” I said. Oh gees, here it comes again, that right hand rising up and across the table. I’m trying desperately to not buckle over in laughter.

This is unreal. A real-life high-fiver. “I’m sorry I have to meet someone somewhere. Pleasure meeting you,” I said. I grabbed my coat and without even stopping to put it on, I scampered toward the door. I started walking down the hill into the cold, laughing with every step. How do I get so lucky to attract such fine gentlemen? And so there it was, my table for one crashed by a high-fiver.

Dear normal men of the world, please start existing.

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2 thoughts on “Table for One, Please… Crashed by a High-Fiver

  1. Misaal Shah says:

    A high-fiver is a strict no-no, if your hitting on women then?
    Personally, I’ve got nothing against hi-fives.

    There was this episode on frasier, maybe in season 1. When frasier is stood up my his date, but he is too proud to concede defeat so he goes about eating out alone just to prove to his family that there is nothing wrong for someone to dine out alone, a moment of solitute I think he called it. But then he is seated by the captain at the very center, and so he keeps getting these annoying looks from everyone, and finally a kid comes up to him and asks him would he look to join him and his family for dinner – you know because he looks so lonely eating out.
    I saw this a long long time ago. So I’m not sure if this was exactly as it happened.

    Disclaimer – I dine out all my myself many a times,

    • It should be perfectly fine to dine out alone, but it is true that people tend to stare or feel bad for you for some reason. I guess you can relate to the table for one feeling. Its really not a bad thing 🙂

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