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The Rings of Power

They're back! Our rings that is! Two weeks ago we finally went and purchased our wedding bands. I decided to get my ring sized as well. We've only been engaged 9 months. . . I didn't want to be ringless for two weeks! And for good reason…

So, I was in my fiction class. Just sitting there minding my own business. Then out of nowhere this guy comes and sits next to me. My roommate told me he had been hitting on her all the time in her math class last year and that he was really weird, but I felt like giving him the benefit of the doubt. He sits in the corner with one of the other girls in our class and doesn't say much. So this was a bit odd. We started talking about Star Wars because I was wearing my Star Wars t-shirt that day. Everyone was asking me if I was wearing it because the cast of the new movie had been announced the night before. Nope, I was wearing it because I was bloated and felt fat and didn't want everyone to see. Anyways. So he's talking to me. Then class starts.

And he keeps talking to me. Over the teacher. I turned my head away from him all of class to pretend I didn't see his lips flapping. Class finally ends and I can't wait to get out of there. But the guy starts talking to me again. Then he stands in front of me and tells me that he has to go to work now. I say cool. He grabs my hand and starts shaking it. Then, he proceeds to ask me what my name is. WE'VE BEEN IN A CLASS TOGETHER A WHOLE SEMESTER AND YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME?! AND NOW YOU'RE BEING ALL WEIRD?! It gets better.

He then asked me if I knew his name. I said, yeah, it's ______. He smiled and said, Good of course you remember my name. He shakes my hand for a few more seconds then lets go. Awkwardest handshake ever. He holds the door open for me and I say thanks. He says that it's his pleasure and keeps walking behind me. I immediately went into the bathroom to hide. Thank you women's bathroom, thank you!

So, in one of my later classes, the girl this guy usually sits with comes up and says, it looks like you're his new target. She then proceeds to tell me how he's asked for her number multiple times this semester, is all freaky and touches her a lot, and just won't leave her alone. She wished me luck.

The one week I don't have my ring, that happened. It was weird and gives me the chills. BUT my ring of power is back so I will definitely be scratching my face with my left hand all of class. If he still pursues me then, then I'll flat out have to say I'm engaged dude go away! Let's hope he's not one of those chase after engaged lady types.

Back to the rings and non creepy things : )

So, when I went to get my ring from the store, they gave me my wedding band as well. I wasn't going to see Sammy for a day, so I proceeded to wear it around. I love it so much!

It's a curved band but is straight at the same time. I was worried we wouldn't find a band that would look good with my ring but this is the perfect one. I texted Sammy a picture of me wearing my band and all day he kept telling me what a little stinker I am. But then, we went and picked up his ring. 

He was so excited too! He wore it around the mall and kept putting his hand up to his face, making a fist, and other such hand modeling poses. I can't wait until he wears his every day as well, it looks really good! 

Plus, a girl gave him her number the other day. We need our rings on, pronto!


Comments

  1. I love your wedding band!!! :) I had a friend who got hit on even when he was married, and he was wearing a ring ;) haha, hopefully the rings help though!

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  2. Wally told me that when he's in class and he's interested in a girl, the first thing he does-- it's a rule at BYU-I-- is check to see if she's got a ring. If she does, he doesn't even talk to her haha. (Not in a mean way, of course, just in a I'm-not-even-going-to-start-a-conversation-with-this-off-the-market-beautiful-creature.) So I wonder if that guy hit on you because you didn't have a ring... hmm...

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  3. I love your wedding band! I'd take him hitting on you as a compliment ;) Just the other day I forgot my rings at home and told my husband that all the boys were going to want me now. No surprise, but no one said a word to me haha.

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