He suddenly started putting the ring
on my finger, pronouncing our engagement, as we were standing near a bus stop
on the main street
of our town, across the street from the north end of campus
. If he wasn't going to be self-conscious
about it, neither was I. (Spontaneity
and un-self-consciousness were two great things about him, aside from the blonde/blue boy next door
exterior). Of course, since this took place during one of the summer
semesters, there wouldn't have been as many onlooker
s as there would have been at other times of the year.
It was a cheap "ring", a tchotchke from a Cracker Jack box or a vending machine maybe, and he probably found it lying on the ground that day. It was "one size fits all", since it was just a piece of metallic-looking plastic that could be pushed shut or pulled open to fit any finger. This piece of junk was a fitting "engagement" ring, a memento of our brief mutual crushlet - never consummated, since our respective girlfriends would have had fits. And other reasons.
I'm not sure if I wore it for a few days, weeks, or months - I'm not a wearer of rings, normally. I originally was going to write "I wore it 'til it broke", but I just found it in the bathroom, among various rings and earrings that have their own tales to tell. So I probably took it off as soon as it became a distraction while playing piano or something. I think this ring was used for non-ring purposes at one time - as some important ingredient in a MacGyver-like device - but I can't remember now.