The other day, I was enjoying a latte in the warm morning sun at an outdoor café after my Spinning class. A very handsome man a bit older than me stopped in to get breakfast and started chatting me up. I let him know that I had just moved from Chicago and he suggested some bars and restaurants I should try as well as some locations for great coffee, excellent pie and exciting live music. He told me he was a doctor, off for the day and he planned to go for a long run in the evening once the temperature cooled as he slept much later than he anticipated after working several long shifts in the ER.
It was nearly 10 minutes into the conversation that I realized that perhaps this man was flirting with me. I glanced at his left hand and didn’t see a ring (yes, they come off!). You see, in Chicago, no one ever came up to me to chat sober. Once in a while, a person with a penis may have asked me for directions, but never for my number. Since I turned 28, no one much looked at me at all in Chicago because my vagina, boobs, and tush were no longer on display in my “club” clothes as they once were. Once in a while, a drunken perv may have whispered something explicit into my ear with his stale beer breath, but the truth is that I often didn’t get hit on in Chicago. The minute I stepped outside of it, regardless of my weight status, men would approach me. The secret I learned doesn’t have to do with looks or weight, but by how I feel. I was never happy in Chicago, so I didn’t exude confidence. Confidence is key. Men love it.
Sure enough, a few topics later, Hot Doctor asked me for my number. I realized that up until that point, my left hand had been under the table in my lap. I then lifted it and explained that I was newly engaged to a very super special someone, but asked him for his number since he is kind, smart, a great conversationalist, successful, handsome, and tall. He could be a great match for someone I know!
Rings are funny this way. They speak for you. Help people know who may be available or taken. Yes, it isn’t the rule, but it is helpful.
My father has never worn a wedding ring. Funny, but Crush’s dad doesn’t either. It is actually a relatively new tradition. All four of our grandfathers didn't wear rings. Unlike many other ladies, I am totally fine if Crush doesn't want to wear a ring. I trust him and more than anything, I know my man and it is undeniable that he will lose his ring more than just a few times. So, if he decides to wear a ring, I have already come to terms that we will be replacing it often and there will be periods of time where he won't have one.....
My feeling about rings are that they can predetermine outcomes. Some people may forgo a chat with me now if they were wanting to get into my pants eventually, but others will still chat me up for the simple fact that they enjoy a fine morning chat as much as I do.