I have spent a lot of time playing with my wedding ring over the past month and a half. I turn it around my finger, pull it on and off and find myself touching it all the time. In much the same way someone might scratch his chin or twiddle a pen when lost in thought, I frequently play with my ring when my hands are free. My more experienced friends tell me this is common practice among newly married men.
It seems that getting used to being married has been a heck of a lot easier than getting used to wearing a ring. I like wearing it, I like how it looks and I like what it symbolizes, but I'm simply not used to wearing jewelry.
I wear a watch but never find it crucial to wear since my cell phone is perfectly capable of telling the time. Perhaps that's why guys don't wear a lot of jewelry in general. Men like multi-function devices: the Swiss Army Knife, the Treo 600, the recliner with a built-in cooler. Other than its role as a symbol of marriage, you may be shocked to learn that a ring doesn't really do much of anything. It may be metal, but so far I haven't been able to use it to increase my cell phone reception.
Because I knew I would play with it a lot, I didn't have the ring sized when L and I bought it. I knew I'd be taking it on and off and didn't want to have to gnaw it off my finger if it felt uncomfortable. The ring has a tendency to slide around a bit, especially when my finger shrinks down a bit in cold places like my over air conditioned office. As a result, I've been a little nervous about losing it. On subway platforms and in other situations where I might not be able to recover a dropped ring, I move my hand into what I call the "Spider-Man" position: fingers curved with the tip of my ring finger touching my palm, as if I'm about to fire a web out of my wrist.
L thinks I'll lose my ring by December 17th because it isn't sized properly and because I'm simply not used to keeping track of a small piece of jewelry. I think I'll hold onto it well past then as I'm a sentimental guy and like to think I'll never lose the ring with which I was actually married. The winner treats the other to dinner. Look for the results in December.
Related:My First BlingPosted by Doug at October 18, 2004 04:02 PM