This response from Horsewoofie really hit home with me: "If I wait for hubby, family, friend to go with me, I’d be sitting at home. There aren’t enough years left to wait." As an oniy child, I learned that at a very early age and am glad I did.
At 77 I've gotten the "brave” kinds of comments too many times to count, but I, probably unkindly, tend to think the dramatic tones and responses are really shading criticism. The questions below (with my age when I got them) are examples which could be prefaced or followed by "aren't you afraid?" The "don't know anyone there" theme is particularly puzzling, but perhaps it's relevant to the time-frame, 1960-1982. Or maybe it's just a backdoor way of pointing out being alone. Not knowing someone where I was going has never been an issue for me.
So here are some of the questions:
You drive alone after dark (14)?
You're going to UTAustin and you don't know anyone there (17)?
You're taking the bus from San Antonio to New Hampshire alone (19)?
You have a job where you have to drive and stay in motels by yourself (21)?
You're moving to Cincinnati for a job and you don't know anyone there (29)?
You camp (or stay in motels) by yourself (29+)?
You're going to Europe for several months on your own (31)?
You're moving to Germany for a job and you don't know anyone there (36)?
It's disheartening to me that women are still getting these kinds of comments, as if traveling solo, or doing anything by oneself (like eating out alone), is exceedingly strange. I've been the step-mom to 4 daughters (age 44-54 this year) for 35 years. So far only the youngest one has done much of anything on her own. I hope that the 10 granddaughters (age 9-25 this year) won't have to deal with people second guessing them or trying to scare them out of doing what they have a passion to do, travel or anything else.
Now I'm going to tell a positive single woman dining alone in Europe story. When I lived in Nürnberg in the early 1980's I drove to Verdun for a weekend visit. I stayed in an old hotel whose rooms were not the greatest, but which had a very nice restaurant. I chose to eat dinner there on Saturday night. I arrived a bit early, but I wasn't the first person there. Within 30 minutes the place was packed.
I speak a little French and at first I was somewhat disappointed that I was being shown to a small table in a back corner of the beautiful room. That quickly changed when I realized that the banquette was very comfortable and that I could see the entire room from it. I was there for 2 delicious and delightful hours, eating very slowly and watching the other diners having a great time. My mouth still waters as I remember the amazing Crème Caramel that wasn't really caramel, but rather a light custard drenched in a tart green sauce that could have been rhubarb or gooseberry.
Perhaps I was totally oblivious to any bad vibes, but I perceived none from anyone. The wait staff was courteous bordering on friendly, even as busy as they were. And I don’t remember any of the other people there doing anything but smiling and having a great time. I don't remember hearing any English that evening either.