Is It Real?

Back in the day when you had to pretend to be married to get to take someone on a prize trip I got a really good fake engagement ring. It was just part of the whole fake marriage story, but the ring really sold the whole thing. It wasn’t an cheap ring since it came from Niemman Marcus, but it was one hundredth of the cost of a ring with real diamonds. It was also definitely not my style, but the people I had to fool with this ring loved it and thought I had hit the jackpot.
When Russ and I got real married I put this fake ring in my jewelry box and more or less forgot about it. Today I decided to pull it out and change it with my real ring since I am going on a trip. I could just go without any ring, but my finger feels funny without one and it is nice to have one that if I get accosted I can throw at someone giving me time to get away. I guess this is my plan in place of having learned to run.
The older I get the less I care about jewelry. I used to council my friend’s husband’s about the benefits of giving their wives good jewelry. Once I explained to them what “jewelry sex” was my friends started getting better and better presents. Today I might tell them about retirement savings as their best aphrodisiac.