I found my place in the theater, settled in , and started in on my popcorn. As I sat alone I reveled in my oneness. When the movie came to a point that hit me deeply, I cried my eyes out I appreciated that I was alone. I probably cried longer and harder than I would have if I saw it with anybody else. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the choice I had made to go on a date alone. I felt like I could let loose and cry out some pent up emotion, and then heal all in the space of a movie. As I drove home, I felt like a liberated woman who was confident enough to enjoy life on my own.