Aleta Coleman

Two Uses for a Glass of Merlot

It was about 7pm on a Friday evening when I strode into the popular city restaurant near my office. I had quickly showered at work and changed from my Zegna suit into a white linen shirt and dark chinos. I wore a musky cologne that women seemed to like. Remembering my wedding ring, I quickly slipped it off and slid it into my pocket to avoid awkward questions.