Checking For Bands

I’ve finally reached an age where I have to check for wedding bands.
Last night Jenny and I went to the Horseshoe to check out a recent crushes band and she immediately pointed out the mark of a significant other on his left hand.

I’m not the marrying kind, I will never wear a white dress down a church aisle and find myself at the end of the walk repeating the words "until death do us part"
but I’m beginning to see the importance of a tag.

My crush is now fading, his wife can rest easy knowing women like myself see her presence on her husbands hand and move on to greener open pastures.