I was feeling vaguely depressed today so I took an hour out of my work day and went shoe shopping. I moseyed on up East 45th Street, Robyn's Body Talk pts 1 and 2 provided my soundtrack.
God smiled on me and I found the exact 2 pairs of shoes I was looking for. Then I needed to stop at the ATM. And then it was back to work time.
I stop at the ATM near 45th and Park Ave kind of behind the MetLife building - even though this particular ATM is located in a Rape Alley kind of place, it was 2pm and I took my chances.
Coming out of the ATM this extremely attractive older guy walks by me. He was tall with dark hair just flecked with a little grey here and there. The aura of "I have a GREAT job and LOTS of money" surrounded him like a blinding light. And he had these really nice eyes - dark bluish - grey - but maybe I'm making that up because that's what I wanted him to have.
We made eye contact and I melted a little inside. I gave him a little smile. He smiled back - GREAT TEETH. He walked towards me a little and I'm thinking to myself "Am I about to have a Pretty Woman moment? Are all my New York fantasies of meeting Mr. Right randomly on the street with Blossom Dearie playing in the background COMING TRUE?"
Then his hand was caught in the sun and I saw a little glint of gold.
THE WEDDING RING.
He saw me see it. He saw the smile fade from my face. And in the space of half a second, the flirtation was over, he was turning down Lexington, I was heading back down 45th towards 3rd, and Robyn was singing "You should know better than to fuck with me" in my headphones.
Dear Married Men: If you have a wife that means I don't want you. Don't smile at me like you want to take me around back and show me a good time if there's a wedding ring on your finger. In the words of NeNe Leakes - "I close mah laigs to mar'red mens"
Guess what - this lil incident did NOTHING to help my mood. At least I got two new pairs of cute shoes. The Lord works in mysterious ways.
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