it was not the day to wear a huge-ass forever 21 $4 fake diamond ring. while standing at the copier, a co-worker cornered me to ask if i'd gotten engaged over the break.
in my ignorance, i first took this as a gross misreading of my character- that, despite my preponderance of $4 jewels, she had labeled me as the kind of girl who would demand a diamond the size of a cranberry rather than the kind who'd want a boy to just roll over in bed and put a ring-pop on her finger. i thought that was kind of obvious.
but no. that was not what this was about.
once her facial features had smoothed back into place and her breathing had calmed, she hit upon her main point, leaning in and saying in a hushed tone with the tiniest sliver of panic, well, you have to think about these things... AT YOUR AGE...