Growing sentimental
Well, pardon me for being sentimental! My sister gave me the “Whatever!” treatment the other day when I told her about this guy I saw on the train. He was studiously reading a book whose name I was trying to sneak a glance at. I never got the name of the book, but I noticed the guy—maybe about 19 years old—was wearing an oversized wedding ring that looked a little silly on such a thin, bony hand. It got me to thinking what an apt metaphor that was for someone who married so young. In a sense, you see, he’s got quite a while to go before he “grows” into his wedding ring. Best wishes to him.
posted by anchovy @ 12:34 PM
2 Comments:
At 8:33 AM,
mal said…
you assume the band was a wedding band?
The OH has never worn a band, or any jewelry for that matter. I have come to not make assumptions about wedding bands
OTOH, you are probably right. 19 is AWFUL young. If I had married at that age it would have been a disaster
At 7:03 PM,
anchovy said…
It probably wouldn't have gone well for me either at 19. At 22, though, that was another story. And I ain't about to tell it just now ;-)
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