5.0

That's my ring-size.

I measured it YEARS ago with my good male friend G. He asked me to accompany him to a jewelry store because he wanted to approximate his then-girlfriend-now-fiancee's ring-size, which he guessed was close to mine.

Now there's a ring on her finger, and there's none on mine.

WAIT A MINUTE.

No, I will not fall into that I-want-to-get-married-NOW trap. Call it denial, but I'm really not married for that. Er, I meant ready. Freudian slip! I really did type it out that way.

I am, though, jolted by the sudden reverberations of wedding bells.

Last week, I learned that my college friend and his fiancee were getting married (civilly) this month. Last Saturday, I attended the wedding of another schoolmate. Ten minutes ago, I received an email from a former close friend of mine. Her then-boyfriend-now-fiance had just proposed to her.

On the downside, one good friend just broke up with her beau and another potentially might because of the LACK of wedding bells in their relationships.

Whether they're amusing peals or deafening knells, I really can't escape these wedding bells!

And sorry, I honestly did not mean to rhyme there.