A Postmodern Marriage
I’ve been conducting experiments using my wedding ring, making a conspicuous display of my newfound bling when talking to chicks. It hasn’t put anyone off — if anything, it’s had the opposite effect. Perhaps this says something sad about the world.
The Bad Man and I were engrossed in conversation when the woman approached. “Can I buy you guys drinks?” she asked. I glanced in her direction with some skepticism. Isn’t this supposed to be my line? It was, however, only the latest in a series of interruptions. Women had been hovering around us all night.
She introduced us to her friend and moments later the Bad Man and I had been expertly isolated. I made a point of tapping my gold ring against the bar counter but the friend appeared oblivious. Finally, I told her, “You know I’m married, right?” Before her face could fall I amended my statement: “It’s okay though — she has a boyfriend.”
The friend lived on the Upper East Side, on my way home. When she invited me up I pulled out my phone. “Hold on, I have to check in with my wife.”
So this is what the 21st century is like, I was thinking to myself in the morning — being in an open marriage and getting picked up by young women. Of all the post-millennial scenarios I’d never imagined, this is by far the strangest.
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