The summer before I began my freshman year at Ohio State, I decided to take my chances on this guy.
During our “first date,” we parked ourselves on a picnic table at a local park in West Chester, Ohio. I was nervous, as it had been a while since a guy was romantically interested in me, so while talking, I fidgeted with a ring that had been fixated on my right middle finger since freshman year of high school.
It was a simple, sterling silver band.
“What is that? A purity ring?” this charming bachelor asked in a mocking, sarcastic tone.
“Oh, no! It’s just a ring,” I said while… Read more