Respect the ring
05 March 2007
There was a great line in the movie Keeping The Faith when Edward Norton's priest character asks his superior about falling in love. In a very broken accent, Fr. Havel says he falls in love at least once a day.
I don't know if I can say that... nor do I know if that is something I really want to admit to. However, today was one of those days when I think about that line.
She is three years younger than me, a slight bit higher in the employment food chain, with a great smile and a little stand of her "blond" hair drooping over her left eye. Great conversation... great sense of humor.
One little bit I missed tonight: The three-carat diamond set in a solitaire ring attached to a matching wedding band.
It is normally my policy to check the ring finger immediately after noticing a woman. (My theory: if I were the guy who gave her the ring, I would not want someone else trying to pick her up.) Tonight, I totally did not do that, and - despite the years of good karma I have built up by not hitting on someone else's girlfriend - I failed miserably.
Perhaps "fail" is a bit too harsh. After all, can it truly be a "failure" if you never had a chance to succeed? Either way, it doesn't feel good - it feels like "failure."
Anyway, here is the upside: she thinks I am a great guy with a good sense of humor!!!
Whoopee-fucking-do...
I don't know if I can say that... nor do I know if that is something I really want to admit to. However, today was one of those days when I think about that line.
She is three years younger than me, a slight bit higher in the employment food chain, with a great smile and a little stand of her "blond" hair drooping over her left eye. Great conversation... great sense of humor.
One little bit I missed tonight: The three-carat diamond set in a solitaire ring attached to a matching wedding band.
It is normally my policy to check the ring finger immediately after noticing a woman. (My theory: if I were the guy who gave her the ring, I would not want someone else trying to pick her up.) Tonight, I totally did not do that, and - despite the years of good karma I have built up by not hitting on someone else's girlfriend - I failed miserably.
Perhaps "fail" is a bit too harsh. After all, can it truly be a "failure" if you never had a chance to succeed? Either way, it doesn't feel good - it feels like "failure."
Anyway, here is the upside: she thinks I am a great guy with a good sense of humor!!!
Whoopee-fucking-do...
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