I will admit I also have a serious problem with the ring check. Yesterday as I was doing a physics lab with a cute young man, he accidentally ran into me (like full body run in), and I accidentally punched his chin. What was my reaction to all this? Thinking very loudly (but still only in my head), that I needed to marry this man because that would be such a great story of how we met. Well that would've been great, if I would've noted the ring BEFORE he waved goodbye. Fail.
One of my students this semester is super cute and has an accent, so I was kinda flirting with him when he was asking me questions last week. This week he raised a ring scarred hand. Again...Fail.
But I am also a walking success story in the ring check department. I have realized that the ring check is a vital part of living, and have thus made it a part of my life places other than the campus I live on. In New York a couple weeks ago, I saw the musical Anything Goes, featuring the beautiful Sutton Foster. She was amazing. But the leading man...OH HANNAH he was beautiful. And he could sing and dance and woo women and all that jazz. (Plus, I think he's straight. Always a bonus.) So as we waited at the stage door to meet all the actors, I announced that if the darling male lead were to come out of the stage door single (which I would evaluate using the handy ring check), I would get my picture with him.
Out he came. I forgot to ring check simply because he was signing so many autographs that I just got lost in the hustle and bustle of it all. Luckily I have the best mom in the world, who reminded me, "Dylan. Ring check." My eyes drifted down to the left hand. I saw something so bare and beautiful that my mouth could only say one thing, "DING! Can I get my picture with you?"
