Years ago - and I'm not kidding when I say years ago - there was this movie playing in the theaters called, "Nobody Loves Me." I was living in New York at the time and went with a girlfriend to see it.
"One for Nobody Loves Me," I said in full volume to the ticket lady. You can imagine the jokes that ensued.
But I am reminded of it every evening when I cook dinner. Because there is nothing sadder than eating alone.