Let’s treat the single people with a bit of dignity, shall we? Our money spends just like anyone else’s.

Coco Densmore
2 min readSep 9
Photo by Oleg Ivanov on Unsplash

September 8, 2023

It happened again.

I walk into a restaurant. Alone. Because why the fuck shouldn’t I?

The host asks, “Just one?”

I grit my teeth and squeeze out a “yes”.

After I’m seated, the server walks up to my table.

“Are you alone?” she asks.

I look at her square on and through clenched teeth, I ask, “Why do you have to ask like that?”

“Oh, well, I’m single. I go into restaurants by myself,” she backpedals.

“Then you know how rude it is when people speak to you like that!”

I thought about getting up and leaving. I really did. But it wouldn’t change anything. The world caters to couples.

I sat, fuming, waiting for my margarita. I wondered why I get so pissed when it happens. Probably because it fucking happens ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Even single people do it to single people.

Do I not like being alone? Well, Friday night is Date Night. So no, I don’t like being alone on a Friday night. Usually, it’s OK. I don’t usually think about it much. I’m single. I do stuff alone. That’s my normal. But on Friday night, I don’t relish being alone. Not on Friday nights…

So — all you folks in the service industry — here’s how I like to be treated.

When I walk up to be seated, simply ask, “How many?”

I will smile wide and answer, “One.” I will smile wide because I’m being treated with dignity and respect regardless of the fact I am dining as one.

When you walk up to my table, don’t assume I’m waiting for someone. BECAUSE I WILL TELL YOU IF I’M WAITING FOR SOMEONE. That’s what people do. People volunteer that information. Pretty much across the board.

Let’s treat the single people with a bit of dignity, shall we? Our money spends just like anyone else’s.

Coco Densmore

Coco Densmore writes about Embracing Her Single, being HSV-2+, living with bipolar mental illness, and overcoming childhood sexual abuse. www.cocodensmore.com.