A tale about a ring and a girl.

If you’ve ever seen me you would have noticed that I’m never without a silver looking ring on my ring finger, some people ask me if i’m engaged or if my dearest Cookie gave it to me, my immediate response “Of course not”!
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always wanted a boy to give me a ring, not because I wanna get married but because what I think it symbolized, I must have read it somewhere in one of the many books I owned. A ring is a never ending circle, there is no start, nor is there a finish, it’s a symbol of a promise come through or whatever the fuck it is. I’ve always hinted at getting ring all the time, and I’ve never gotten one because the truth is, Men themselves know the power of the symbol of the ring and the little fuckers know deep down inside that they don’t want to commit.

Over a year ago I met this older man (go figure), he’s Persian and his outlook on life was amazing I only knew him for 2 days on the third day before he left, he had a ring on his right little finger, he removed it from his hand and gave it to me, saying when we meet next time he’d give me another one. A very small meaningless act to him but a life changing experience to me.

From the day he gave me that ring, I never took it off (only this one time, thats a long story) I always have it on, in all my pictures you’ll see it, if you see me on TV i’ll be wearing it. Even though I never saw him again and I hear from him every now and again, the fact that he took a ring off his own hand and gave it to me, has left him a permanent place in my memory and my heart of course. I don’t think i’ll ever stop wearing this ring even if I get married my wedding ring will be worn with it.

To me it’s the first time that a man has made a promise to me, its kind of like taking a loan from the bank and giving them your car to hold on to, it makes the loan a little less like a loan, kinda sorta like a promise eh?

I know this sounds sappy and very unlike me, but I just wanted to share this story with everyone, because it means so much to me. Don’t get me wrong I love Cookie but ummm he didn’t give me a ring even after I asked for one,over and over and over and over and trust me I could go on and on and on!
It’s not like the ring means more to me than Cookie, they’re two different things, happened at two different times, claiming two different parts of me.

xoxoxox Lauren o Lauren, Platinum Bands and pretty boy toys.