I don’t know how many country songs have been made about the significance of wedding bands, but I need one. I’ve wanted James and I to have a nice matched set for a while now, but it is quickly progressing to a need rather than just an “I want.”
I stopped to get my hair cut today and the 40ish divorcee cutting my hair was pretty much shamelessly flirting with me. Ordinarily, even when it’s a cute guy, I’m pretty oblivious to these things. It either dawns on me later on or well after I should have noticed it. Well, it was way past the point I should have noticed it and I suddenly became uncomfortable by it; it actually freaked me out a little. I guess part of it has to do with the fact that I couldn’t just make up a reason to leave, as you could do if you were simply having a conversation with someone. She was in the middle of cutting my hair! Where’s Layton when you need him??? 🙂
For you straight men who might be interested, she’s 40-ish, recently divorced, likes antiques and kids. She’s definitely not unattractive and seems to take care of herself. In the mean time, I need a wedding band.
Current mood: Sleepy
Current music: “Beds are Burning” – Midnight Oil
Then let’s do it
If you need the protection, let’s get hitched 🙂
Wedding Band
Chris, I don’t want to disillusion you, but don’t think for a minute a wedding band will prevent middle-aged divorced women from flirting with you. It’ll probably keep the guys at bay, though.
Ed
Estoy Aqui!!!
I swear I need to get a beeper so I can come to the rescue of any of my gay friends in need of a personal bodyguard from all of those dangerous vaginas out there.
Next time you know how to get a hold of me! 😉
Layton
Danger
Someone has to do it!