"One" can be such a lonely number

I am a female traveling alone. Although I am somewhat of a rarity, an increasing number of women are taking advantage of the opportunity to see the world even when no one can accompany them. I believe this number will increase. Of course, there is always the option of tours or going with someone, even if you are not compatible traveling companions, but seeing things on your own has some definite pros and cons. This evening was especially notable.

Maybe I was just tired, picky, vulnerable, or especially conscious of my particular situation. It was not a problem earlier in the day, though, so I take note of it here.

After arriving at my hotel tonight, I was checked in in front of several other people. I believe it would have been better for anyone, but especially a female traveling alone, to have written the information down on a card and handed it to the clerk. Instead, I was asked to give my name, address, phone number, car license plate number & make, in front of several strangers. The clerk then announced my room number and told me the best way to enter. I have stayed in places where I was asked to write the pertinent information and then given my room number in writing and carefully, but tactfully, screened from the view of other guests. It is a small thing, but in view of the way people are disappearing without a trace, it is advisable.

When I went to the AAA recommended restaurant tonight, I was very aware of the treatment I received. i was placed at a large table, alone, in full view of all restaurant guests. I probably shouldn't complain since it was not by the bathroom door or the swinging kitchen door. No one approached me or offered a glass of water for 12 minutes while I sat there. I had decided that after 15 minutes, I would just leave. I would have to suppose that everyone received a hard roll and cold meat, but I was too hungry to complain. I wandered around my, fairly empty, end of the room and procured my own fork and salt shaker rather than get the attention of, or even find, the server. I waited for 5 minutes for my check after I was noticed to have finished. After receiving my check, I waited for another 10 minutes for the waitress, who had time to visit with other guests very congenially, to take my credit card. I finally took it to the register myself.

Yes, I am probably tired, too self-conscious, and a little depressed. The whole situation has made me acutely aware of the problems facing a female traveling alone. Hmmmm, opens up a whole new area of thinking.....

Comments and ideas appreciated. This could well be a series of magazine articles (Thank you M.E.!)