Monday, February 6, 2012
Apparently, wearing a wedding ring is not enough to state that I am married in NYC. While I am genuinely flattered to be hit on, I don't think that my ring is shabby, much less invisible, but there is a shocking number of grown men and boys in this city who just don't care that I am wearing it or choose not to see it. I told My Hero that I need a bigger ring...or Kryptonite to keep the scuzzoes away. He politely laughed at my little joke. I think he was flattered a little as well. I'm holding out for the Taylor-Burton diamond. 69.42 carats of perfectly faceted bling! A girl can dream, right?