68.Ring

Don't get your hopes up; the ring isn't on my finger.  Sixty-eight and I had been texting back and forth for about a week, meaning he continued to tolerate and reply to my silly questions (ie, If you could be any instrument what would it be? He chose the cello "a little reserved and unassuming at first glance, but unbridled personality just under the surface.").  When I asked if he wanted to go on a date he responded, "Full disclosure, I'm a little messed up in my feelings-place from the last lady I was hung up on.  So I'm not sure I'm in the best place for dating just now.  That said, you're definitely cool as shit and I enjoy your company." I replied, "Full disclosure: (a) I usually scare guys away - not on purpose - after date one, (b) I love to makeout, (c) I'm a pretty fantastic person to have in friend zone, (d) I love lists."  Sixty-eight concluded, "So why don't we just take the pressure off of calling it dating, and we can still be open about doing fun things together?"  All cards on the table, the way I like it (even if I did put myself directly into the friend zone).

So far we've hung out once, and it was lovely.  We spent the afternoon wandering around the park, snacking on pastries, and getting to know each other.  He is funny and witty with a side on cynicism. He also wears rings.  When I first met him he was wearing two, and I thought, "Um, why?"  You learn something new about yourself all the time - apparently I'm not a huge fan of guys wearing rings (Unless they're married.  Married men, please always wear your wedding ring.  Proudly.).  When we were at the park I noticed he was only wearing one ring, so I asked him about it.  He was bummed because he had just lost the other one.  The one he still wore was his class ring. Yep, class ring...from high school...he's 28.  I'm not saying it's a deal breaker on any level, but if he lost that one, too, I wouldn't be super upset.