I once went on a date with a man named Greg*. We were having a lovely time, chatting about life and discussing our passions and interests. I went to take a sip of my wine, and he noticed something that he apparently hadn’t yet. I was wearing lots of rings. He said kind of disgustedly, “Why are you wearing so many rings?” I looked down at my hands and said, “Because I love rings.” He started blankly at me, paused, then changed the subject. Sorry Greg, but I don’t think this is going to work out.. And thank you for the drinks.
*name has been changed to protect stupidity.
Happy Thursday, wear what makes you happy.