Freshly dumped? Living the single life? Romance is a sham? Your significant other’s tech job uprooted them and replanted them in the Deep South? Excellent. Go to Olive Garden on Valentine’s Day.
It’s warm in Olive Garden. The walls are a welcoming color. It smells like salad dressing. Everyone seems happy you’re there.
A couple years ago on Valentine’s Day, my friends dressed to the nines and journeyed up to the Lynnwood Olive Garden to have their own friend date. They loved it. The people-watching is amazing—the Garden is a very popular date spot, it turns out—and so are the endless breadsticks and bottomless salad. What more could you want?
If the “tech job” example in my first paragraph seemed a little too specific, there’s a reason. This past week, my boyfriend relocated to Georgia. We’re doing the whole “long distance” thing. It’s supposedly temporary. But adapting to that absence has been a struggle. Especially for me. I’m a worrier.
