Experimenting with social norms

My weekend in Vegas was 90% awesome with the remaining 10% being extreme suckiness including, but not limited to, the tomato juice on my suitcase the 2nd night we were there, the airline losing my bag and monetary losses that were expected (but still didn't help anything). More to come on the trip in general w/ pics...

One thing that I have been meaning to do when visiting Sin City is to wear a fake wedding ring. Don't get me wrong, I very much enjoy the self confidence boost that comes with being pretty much the only girl at any given poker table, but have had enough awkward experiences with
random creepy guys hitting on me and giving me their numbers that I thought I'd try it out.

The experiment mostly worked in my favor. I still made a lot of friends at the table (I get pretty chatty since I get bored from playing about 1 in 20 hands not including big blinds) and by the end of the trip at least 4 dealers knew me by name and I got waves or the super-cool head knod when I walked into the room from the other dealers and the other people I played with throughout my 4 days. At one point I somehow convinced 3 guys sitting near me to give me a "lucky chip" whenever they won a pot. Maybe it's the same thing with how I interact with gay guys: No worries about giving the wrong idea.

Walking down the strip I got the ever-so lovely cat calls at 10 am and the guy who actually noticed the ring said he'd buy me one twice the size. Nice...

At the table I only got a comment from one guy at the table who said something to the effect of, "wow, someone must love you..." Unfortunately for me, he was the cutest guy I talked to and I somehow resisted telling him that it was fake. Not only did I realize that this experiment had backfired, but I also came to the realization of how sad this is. I have never been one of those girls who has dreamed of a big, fancy wedding or have even wanted to get married, but, really, I'm not even close.

I am, however, going back to Vegas in a month (almost to the day) and am thinking about abandoning my fantasy bling. I wish I could say it was more of a social experiment than anything else, but it actually made me feel good to wear it and, in turn, makes me kind of sad to not wear it. It is, after all, supposed to represent that someone has committed to love me eternally, not to mention really, really shiny.

... Okay, maybe I'll bring it just in case.