T-Rex: Who was the dude sitting alone at the biggest table in a packed restaurant last night, waiting for friends who never came? It was ME!

T-Rex: Friiiiiig!

Dromiceiomimus: But it's tonight that we're all planning to meet for dinner!
T-Rex: I know! I got the dates confused and there I was, Mr. No Friends Who Likes To Pretend. After about 30 minutes I started smiling at people who'd look at me and make this shrugging "Friends, huh? They sure are unreliable!" gesture, which I'd then follow up with a "I have lots of friends" hand signal. Looks like this.

Utahraptor: So you were That Guy at the restaurant!
T-Rex: I was! But then I started trying to own it, you know?

T-Rex: I ordered this big appetizer platter "for my friends when they arrive" and distributed it so there was food for everyone, slowly picking at my share while the rest went cold. It was great. I perfected this heartbreakingly hopeful glance up whenever new people came in.
Utahraptor: Oh man!

T-Rex: Eventually I just stopped looking up at all, blankly staring at the chicken wing bones on my plate. Finally I ordered a piece of cake with a candle and sang "Happy birthday" to myself, quiet and soft.
T-Rex: The waitress gave me the cake for free!