Not being one to wear a wedding ring almost turned into a

last night.
Buddy and his GF just bought a new place and had a few people over to check it out and have dinner. It turned into a drug and booze fueled frenzy that was still going on when I left at about 9:30 this morning.
The GF had one of her friends over. It was a girl that I went to high school with. Year older then me, but we didn't know each other. Not uncommon at my HS since each class was around 900 kids. Knew the name, hot little thing that was a pom pom girl, who has held up pretty damn well over the last 25 years. Turned into a good conversation starter, where we each grew up, who we knew, etc.
She's now going through a divorce and
took it upon herself to deem my presumed single cawk as the one that she was going to rebound upon. Caught me alone and made some comment about flirting with me, did a little rub up against me and went on her way knowing she's made her interest known.
About 20 minutes later, with everyone together again, she's eye ####### me across the table and I'm totally playing it up. My middle aged ### doesn't have these opportunities pop up all that often. The conversation turns to how my wife is doing and the divorcee just does the
as she's putting 2 and 2 together. Stops the conversation with a "whoa... wait!" and just starts into "but you.... you're not wearing..... I assumed...." My buddy just busts out laughing.
We end up apart from everyone else again and she starts apologizing, but still relentlessly schmoozing me. Still rubbing up against me, making comments about just looking for the sechs. By the end of the night, she was visibly shaking her head in disbelief that I wasn't buckling.
Amazing amount of willpower displayed by the limp one last night.