I was “unflattered” tonight…

first off, I want to personally apologize to two people… 1) my wife… and 2) Melissa…

This is the first time in my life, I was personally called a “douchebag” to my face. Not quite sure if it was “in jest” or it was actually an intent on causing harm. I apologize to my wife, Gaby, as the fact that I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring to the “Booker T and the M.G.’s” concert tonight precipitated it, and to Melissa, the gal who came down to the 9:30 Club’s back bar with her two friends (a married couple, who, the guy I was talking motorcycles to, also was without ring, and was married, helped stimulate the slur). I pretty much made a lame excuse as to why I don’t wear it… but obviously, some folks put a much depeer meaning into it than I do, and to both my wife and Melissa… I apologize for not respecting it, and also, if at all, any misrepresentations thereof.

This does get into a deeper meaning of relationships and the symbols entwined within. Rings, flowers, etc. While guys, being the big, dumb, stupid Neanderthals we are (regardless of the ones who come of, possibly, as well rounded metro-sexuals) just may not get it. We need big neon Vegas-style signs, sometimes, telling us right from wrong. I’m sure, in another life, and another place and situation, I could have hit it off with Melissa, but I’m married, and no matter how much I may complain at times, am dedicated to the relationship I do have, regardless of her taste in music (which precipitates going to some concerts as a solo act). As for being with Gaby, I do also think that I could be more inclusive with my choices in activities, even if something I really want to go to may not be in each other’s mutual interests.

So with that said, I doubt this ocurrs much as a “mea culpa” but I figured a blog is as good a place to atone for ones sins and apoligze to two people who’ve never met and, if they ever stumble across it, to apologize for any unintended trangression against them. I’m really a nice guy, who sometimes has a bad day, or, may come off, slightly, as a guy who is just really an asshole, but you want to call him that anyways. So, for any woman who does mee tme in a bar, alone… yes, I have a ring, I don’t wear it, and for that, yes, I’m a douchebag, but if you got to know me, you’d look beyond that, and would hopefulyl know me for a nice guy that I am, and also get to know my wife, Gaby for the fine person she is… just don’t judge anybody by jewelery.

Tags: asshole, concerts, douchebag, Gaby, jewelery