The Saga of Procrastination : Ringy-dingy by Iza Deleanu |
“Hey, do you wanna mingle? I see you are single!”I turned around and there was a guy playing Don Juan. I give him the I don’t give a shit look.He continued undisturbed:” Don’t be surprised. I see no ringy-dingy on your fingy.”” So? You have one, so go and have fun somewhere else.”Mr. Irresistible continued in the same tone:” What? This trinket is a decoy. I wear it for an artistic impression. I just got an interview, and it looks better if you are a family man.”Amused I said:” So, who taught you this dating strategy? Aunt Sima?”“Pardon me, miss. It’s my shrink’s fault. He said to be open and attack the problem directly. I am usually super shy… like a fly.”“Oh, brother, you got it all wrong. Before you jump on somebody with that kind of proposal assess the situation. Do I look like I need saving? Maybe I have no ringy-dingy because I am allergic to the idea of wearing it. So far nothing good came out of it. You see ringy-dingy it’s a sign of belonging, and I am past the slavery era. Would you like to see my teeth?”“Ha? For what?”“Well, it’s part of the ringy-dingy deal.”“No, sorry! You got it all wrong. I was just fooling around.”“You are lucky that I am not in the mood to make a scene. I am too happy with myself to get bothered by your silly mistake.”“Got it! First, assess and then distress!”“You got it, Mr. Trinket, good luck with your mingled!”
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