Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Ring the Alarm

Last week when I was cleaning up, I found a ring my ex had given me. It was his “promise” to always do right by me and to stay by my side. We see how that worked out. But the ring is pretty nevertheless. It is silver and much understated. It has 5 small hearts banded together, which from afar could resemble a band. Every other heart has 3 tiny diamonds inside it.

In my eyes it doesn’t resemble a wedding band nor does it look like an engagement ring I would wear. So I decided to start rocking it. But because of its original intentions, it only fits on one finger.

My ring finger.

The finger that is supposed to stay bare until some man decides he wants you to be in his life for eternity.

With all of that in mind, I decided I was going to wear it any way. I didn’t think guys really paid attention to whether or not a girl was off the market. I figured, if they saw something they liked, they wouldn’t care nor comment if it appeared someone else had already marked their territory.

Boy was I wrong. In the last 3 days, I have had 3 guys make a comment about my ring.

Last week, while I was out at a bar/lounge, a guy came up to me. His approach was weak so I wasn’t the least bit interested. Plus he had a stench of alcohol that exuded from his body as I passed him over 2 feet away. I don’t have a problem with someone who drinks, but it just seemed that he had one too many that night. He proceeded to step in front of me as I was walking to the bar. He asked for my name, where I was from and I tried not to be rude so I answered. He went on to compliment, my height, my dress, among other things.

Before I could walk away (trust me I was definitely about to,) he grabbed my hand and asked me if I was married.

I looked down at my hand. I was wearing the ring on my ring finger. A look of astonishment overcame my face. I had forgotten that I had it on at all. Could this be a blessing in disguise? For some reason (must have been my conscious) I couldn’t lie about it. I told him I was neither married nor interested and walked away.

Two days later, I was in a fast food restaurant with my sister waiting on our food. We were sitting and talking and a guy jumped in our conversation. I’m not sure what we were talking about, but somehow the question arose again after 10 minutes of banter.

“Are you married or engaged?”

This time I wasn’t caught off guard. I knew exactly what had prompted his questioning. He said that he wanted to get to know me and he was waiting.

I asked him what he was waiting for. He replied, “For you to take down my number.” I laughed. He then said it again, “I’m waiting.”

I told him no I wasn’t engaged or married and that I also wasn’t interested in him. He thanked me for my honesty and left.

I was trying to decide whether or not I should stop wearing it. I think the ring is cute but it could also discourage someone I might actually be interested in from approaching me. Ultimately I figure if someone is really interested, they’ll ask.

So I’ll continue to rock it.

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