Let’s get right down to the obvious question here. Did you not see my wedding ring? Or is it just easier to pretend you didn’t as you walk up to me with some ultra lame line (like: Are you texting me? Cause my batteries dead right now.) when clearly I saw you eyeing me for like two minutes before you made your approach? No, I’m not mad that you’re interested (nice to know I’ve still got it, thank you!) but I am more than slightly annoyed by the fact that once you’ve clearly seen that I’m no longer on the market you find it necessary to discuss a “friendship” anyway. Exactly which kind of friends are we supposed to be? The kind that meet up for lunch? Nope, I have a long list of girlfriends I’ve been dying to dine with and with whom I’d much rather spend the time. The kind that send each other funny text videos or jokes and go back and forth on Twitter? Nope, again. Did I not mention I was married? I can barely get back to the people who text or Facebook message me now. The kind that talk about their love lives and share advice? Yeah well judging from the way you’re looking me up and down like I’m a filet mignon on a platter at your favorite restaurant, I doubt you really want to hear me talk about how much I love my husband all afternoon. So again I ask, exactly what kind of “friends” are you asking that we be?
Just in case you missed the memo when I blogged about creeps like you awhile back, let me break it down for you one good time. The diamond on my left hand ring finger is a badge of honor. It means I’ve had my fill of “friends” like you in my life and was blessed enough to find a man who wanted to be way more than that to me. It means that I felt the exact same way about him too so I said “yes” and promised in front of God and a whole bunch of other folks we know and love that I would love him and only him forever. It also means that there’s a 100 percent chance I’m not interested in throwing that all away for you. So, I ask you: When I let you get away with pretending you didn’t know I was married when you walked up to ask my name and then I politely pointed out that fact to you sans ‘tude, why didn’t you just hold on to some ounce of your fleeting pride and stop right there, wish me well, and keep on walking? Instead you proceeded to ask what I’m sure most married women would agree is the dumbest question of them all. “Can’t we be just friends?” Hell no, buddy! I found my prince, he had my glass shoe, and I’m still trying to figure out what on earth makes you think I’d risk losing all that to be “just friends” with you? Get it together please!
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