Companionship. Chris called it an “activity partner”, because that’s what he thought we were until the night at the opera house.

Chris had been disappointed so many times about flaking friends…perhaps dates gone wrong. As so many of us had. He only wanted someone to do stuff with. And when I said yes…absurdly yes to everything he asked me to do because I was in a stage in my life that I said yes to everything…he was happy.

Talking today with Joe, it is companionship that we’re all seeking. I used to say that I could survive with only friends and not a lover. Because the latter would always disappoint constantly. That was in college when I easily forged what I believed were deep and strong friendships—people who I talked to on a daily basis and even communicated in so many ways that I felt we were connected in blood.

As I got older, everyone I knew (along with myself) drifted into their own circle. Surrounding themselves with a select circle of friends. I did the same and yet I lament the so-called friendships I had during college and graduate school. As I sit hear on a couch in front of a large tv, there isn’t anybody to share my horrific failure on Fat Princess or the excitement I am having for the SF Food Wars. I sometimes say something on Twitter to expel the sudden loneliness. Or as I am doing now…writing a blog post.

But I am assured by the fact that tomorrow I’ll pick up Chris from the airport and my obligatory companion will be back!

In DC in October, I deliberately chose to tour DC by myself. And yet while at The International Spy Museum, I had felt suddenly lonely. I mean, it was an incredible experience satisfying the spy in me. Perhaps because I knew few people who would love it—the James Bond, the Jack Bauer, the international man of mystery. And that I saw more people experiencing exhibits together than alone like an art museum. My “>yelp review was flattering, but I had kept thinking…what if someone had came with me.

There was a project I worked on last year where the primary persona was a woman who would go to Disneyland by herself. Is that a Quirky Alone?