I got asked out the other day. Now, in my heyday, this wouldn’t have been odd at all but having been married the last two years, I haven’t been asked on that many dates so this one threw me for a loop.

My boss buzzed me in my office and asked to me run to a trademark search for a client he was meeting with. After I received the results, I walked down to the main conference room to drop them off. I knocked and was waived into the meeting.

“Mr. Client, this is my associate, Christine McLaughlin. I had her run a search for XYZ, Inc.”

We shook hands and I smiled at him, handed over the results and made to leave when he said to me, “I’d like to buy you a beer later if you want to.”

Now, I admit, I have meet men who check me out. It’s some natural male thing I don’t think they can control. But most of the time, they’ll do a discrete ring check just to see if I’m still “on the market”. Since I am a good girl, I always wear my wedding ring and I find this discourages most men from pressing. But Mr. Client, either he didn’t notice the ring or he didn’t care.

Flustered by this strange invitation, I sort of laughed and nodded and then quickly exited the room. Of course, my boss has now told everyone in the office and they now refer to him as my Beer Buddy.

The only logical explanation I can come up with is that my wedding ring isn’t big enough. I have informed Kevin that, for the sake of our marriage, I need a bigger diamond. He says he has taken it under advisement. I’m thinking this is a good sign…