The Hawk Eye

I am ashamed. Today I realized that my everlasting singledom has led me to the sad, sad stage that I so feared would someday come.

The new staffers from our company are in the Baltimore office today for what we call “cultural training.” The first second I walked into the office I immediately noticed that there was a cute guy that I have never seen before sitting inside our large boardroom. Well what makes it even more pathetic is that I think he is cute; I really only saw the back of his head and his right-side profile. We shall call him the O.P. aka Office Prospect for the purpose of this post.

My next thought was I wonder if the O.P. is married. I WONDER IF HE IS MARRIED? Did I really think that??? I did. Luckily I haven’t sunk so low because my next immediate thought was, “Oh. My. God.. I have turned into that girl." The girl who is comparable to a killer bird on the prowl for her prey. I have the hawk eye. And yes, in recent months I have actually zoomed in on the ring fingers of cute guys to check if they are blinged or un-blinged.

I used to watch Sex and the City episodes and spat about how sad it is when women immediately check ring fingers. “That is so sad” I would think. Since my recent actions have me reeling in horror, I still may have a chance to salvage my single sanity. I must reach into my subconscious and punch myself in the face.

UPDATE

Got a better look and O.P. is NOT cute. False alarm all around.