At FF, it just felt like I was on display (DH was with me that trip, but he came down with a cold and was in the room). I was surrounded by couples, and I swear, like 4 different sets kept turning around to look at me with pity. Overall, just cringey. But not that bad.
The winner? Monsieur Paul. Last year. The waiter actually asked me where my husband was. Like, out of the blue, no preliminaries. I told him he was at home dogsitting and keeping the house organized, and that on Sunday, he’d be hitting the grocery store for us so I could be ready for my busy meeting-filled week when I got home. (This was true, but I did kind of…gloss it up

…) I responded kindly, but it definitely shut that line of silly questioning down. There was a guy eating solo at the next table who overheard - he started cracking up and raised his glass to me once the waiter walked away.
To be clear, these experiences are extremely rare!