I was tired of not having anything to do on a Saturday night, and so I decided, fuck it... I'm gonna go to this meetup. It was the so-called Mature Lonely Hearts Club and I knew that only older folks would be there. But I just didn't care... I needed to get out and be with actual people.
I arrived at the restaurant at 7 PM sharp. It had been closed for several years and was now finally reopened. I couldn't remember if I had ever been there before.
"Hi! Welcome and Happy Holidays! Party of one?"
"No... I'm supposed to meet a group actually... it's the Lonely Hearts Cl-"
"Ah... they're right over here."
The maître d' led me to a large table against the windows and facing the road. There were settings for about twelve but there was just one person there, an older gentleman who looked to be in his late fifties.
"Here you are! And have a wonderful evening!"
I looked at the table a second time and decided that I wanted to sit in the second to last seat, not the