The Fake Single Life

It's nice being married, and in January for Wifey and me that'll be 32 years. But alone time is great, too, and Wifey and I are on the same page there -- we probably spend more time on our own than most couples without so called commuter marriages.

She's headed to Atlanta for a week in the coming days -- her BFF Edna misses her -- and I'm happy for her. It'll also give me the chance to have a bunch of evenings I enjoy -- playing the role of the Miami bachelor.

Last night was a preview -- sort of. Wifey was out doing errands, and I headed over to Sea Siam, despite the warnings and advice of D2. Sea Siam was closed a few weeks ago for insect stuff, and instead of posting a sign on the door about it, said they were "on vacation."  Well, they cleaned up the problem, apparently, and the DOH let them open again,  and I figure maybe some of the delicious Thai flavor comes from our six legged friends. So I went in.

They have two rooms -- the main dining area, and an old fashioned, go through a swinging door, bar. I sat at the bar, and ordered a martini. The young Asian bartender asked "Anyone else joining you?" and I replied -- "No -- just a lonely old guy." She gave a sad face, but I assured her I was solo and thrilled about it.

I drank my martini, and watched the ESPN on the TV, and ate my delicious curry and chicken.  I really enjoy that, from time to time -- just focusing on my thoughts, and the flavor of the food, and listening to the conversations of my fellow diners without having to participate.

There was a couple a few bar stools away -- pretty blonde lady, in her 40s, with a man. They were very affectionate, and then left for the restroom for quite awhile. They returned, the man left, and the woman ordered take out. A-ha! I immediately decided it was a tryst, and the poor cuckholded husband was waiting at home for his warm sushi.

Turned out I was dead wrong -- the staff knew her, and she was single -- the fellow was a new boyfriend. The take out was for her aging parents, who she lived with.  So much for my keen sense of human nature.

Wifey texted, asking my wherabouts, and I told her I was at Stir Crazy, our Village's one gentleman's club. She knew I was joking. I told her the truth, and she joined me.

I offered to buy her dinner, but she already had "peanut butter," so she was the ultimate cheap date.

Tonight we're going to a more traditional dinner on Brickell, with some old friends.  And I enjoy my dinners with Wifey.

But now in my 58th year, dinner alone at a restaurant bar, watching TV, and then going home to a quiet house and grateful dogs -- well, for me it's one of life's simple pleasures...