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One ring to fool them all

The semiotics of ring-wearing women could fill a volume or two. It can be maddening if you spend too much time on it.

In my foray into the Dating 2.0 world, I sometimes notice a few women here and there who are wearing rings on their left fourth finger, which I’ll call the wedding ring finger or WRF. Here in the US and much of the Western world, if the ring has a stone in it, the woman is most likely either married or engaged. (And, the size of the stone is a clear sign of how much lucre she extracted from her hubby in purchasing it.) Men, as we know, wear a simple gold band. What I’ve found interesting over the years is how there are more and more men who wear wedding rings. My father has never worn his ring (as far as I can remember) because he, like me, has never liked wearing rings. The last time I tried to wear rings was in the 5th grade, and it drove me up the wall. As soon as I put it on, I was hopping around, trying to get it off. No way, Jose, was I ever going to wear another ring!

With women, the subject is muddled. Of course, if the woman is wearing a ring with a stone in it, it’s safe to assume that she’s engaged or married. If it’s something else, it’s hard to tell.

I once dated a woman who wore a gold ring with some filigree in it. I met her online, so that was a clear sign that she was available. Yet, she showed up on our first date wearing the ring. I wondered why. On our second date, I asked her outright why she wore the ring, and she told me that it was to ward off the “undesirables” while she rode the bus on her way to work. It made sense, but I found it peculiar. In any event, I scored bonus points with her because I was, according to her, the first guy who noticed and who asked about the ring. My natural curiosity drove me to ask about it.

Now, fast-forward several months later, and I’ve not dated any other woman who wore a ring on her WRF. But, I’ve seen several who fall into this category.

I’ve heard of the Claddagh ring, but don’t remember seeing it. At least with this ring, the semiotics are much clearer.

But, I don’t really give a shit as I’m not a sentimental guy and a ring is just an ordinary band of metal — some with a higher price tag than others.

Recently, I encountered an early 30s woman who was giving me strong eye contact and a flash of a smile here and there when I was patronizing my one local used bookstore. Now, Blue Pill Me wouldn’t have paid much attention to what this woman was doing. Red Pill Me was watching her. I returned the eye contact, but didn’t smile. (Alpha move, heh.) Finally, I asked her for some advice on books in fiction, when she was alone in the stacks and away from the register. She answered my questions and then I left. I was running late for an appointment and so didn’t have time to game her. But, I know she works there and will return.

Oh . . . something not-so-unique about this woman: she was wearing a ring on her WRF. But, no stone. One wonders.

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