When I’m alone at a party. A husband is a built-in, permanent plus-one. That is extremely valuable. When I go to a party alone, I’m so stressed about all the conversation I have to make, trying to find things I have in common with everyone.
OMG the new artisanal coffee place on Larchmont! OMG Fleabag! OMG the President! Eventually I end up excusing myself to go to the bathroom, where I play Donut County on my phone to relax.