It’s 2:25 in the afternoon: lunch time. We’ll ignore that this is your first meal today. Hell, we’ll even ignore that the food here sucks, because anything sitting in the depths of your belly sounds good at this point.
You text six of your friends something along the lines of, “omg s0o0o hungry rn. dwn 4 lunch, bby?” and smile. They’ll never know that was a mass text! (…douche) But that grin quickly fades when you get back “ugh can’t.” Welp, it looks like you’re about to experience eating alone. But wait! Don’t go all Bridget Jones on me just yet. I’m a veritable expert at lone-dining, and I’ve got a few tips to make the rejection experience hurt less.
