Do you ever just go out to dinner by yourself? It's weird—even a little scary, but I recommend it. I ducked into this little French joint on Hawthorne and drank one glass of wine, ate one green salad followed by one savory crepe—all while turning the final pages of a book I've been reading. Eating's a good way to connect us with other peeps, but it's also nice when done alone, pondering and enjoying all the tangs, whiffs, and deep richnesses.