Looking for Love at Wallgreen's

I’ve started wearing my fake diamond again.
It all started when I was out running errands. When you first move in, there’s always something you forgot at the store, ran out of last minute, or misplaced during packing. I stopped at Walgreen’s to pick up a package of batteries and made a quick run through the aisles to make sure there wasn’t anything I was forgetting. That’s when he spotted me—Mr. Small Town Man.
I don’t know what about the situation said “Here I am! Come hit on me!” but he felt it was his right to be the first to try and pick me up in the romantic aisles of the pharmacy. I caught him eyeing me and I became even more engrossed in cotton swabs and foot cream. Please leave me alone, I am NOT here to meet men like you. But he yelled at me, made a scene and said he simply HAD to know my name. “You’re gorgeous”, he added, flashing a great big grin speckled with gold plated teeth. Really?? I thought. Do women here REALLY put up with this crap? Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t appreciate being approached in such a disrespectful way.
He looked at me with expectance and anticipation. Maybe I felt a little sorry for him-- Sorry that he was so narrow-minded and stuck in a small town he may never escape. Stuck in a life with a dead-end job and illegitimate children by two, maybe three different women he’d met late at night at dimly lit bars who wanted a sperm donor and their own escape; Sure that maybe he just didn’t know how unappealing and sleazy he seemed to me.
I looked only half in his direction. “Oh, I’m married.”
The words came out and tripped over each other, with an ease that scared even me. I stuck my hands in my pockets to hide the absence of a wedding band. “Thank you though.”
He backed away slowly and left me to examine cold medications.
The next day I put on my false pretenses encased in cubits zirconium and for once, was ok with the idea of ‘being married’ for a while.