Or tell your wife you just don't want to wear a ring; invent some sort of bizarre hand disease or rice picker accident.
Anyway even the ones who haven't read the Girl's Rules don't want to date married guys so don't let her (or your wife) know.
If you can't think up your own, buy one of those books with Fabio (the guy from the "I can't believe it's not butter" commercials) on the cover and be one of those guys.
High on the bestseller lists this week is a book called The Rules, a guide to dating and courting for women which effectively advocates that women, in order to snag a man, follow a sexist and manipulative dating game based on the principles of 50 years ago.
(Except that back then, the guys knew the women were playing this game and accounted for it.) What follows, in the same vein is a satire, The Rules for Guys.
In addition, if you buy her a fancy schmancy $50 dinner at some ritzy place, she won't be able to turn down your request for a $300 "loan" until you can "get to the cash machine." Good investment. Girls do this stare at the phone thing, makes them all anticipatory. Call her in a couple of days or if you get horny again.
Also, after sex, just roll over and go to sleep, even if she hasn't had an orgasm yet.
You can get one of these rings for about $100 and trust me you'll get a fuck worth far more than that out of it. On one hand you don't want to use condoms, so get her on the pill ASAP.
On the other hand if she runs the birth control she might blindside you with something annoying like a kid just to hook you. If she gets pregnant, take the new "morning-after" pill for guys.
Something strange going on here.) For some reason they get really upset.
When you take off your ring, get some tanning lotion or put your hand under a sunlamp to make sure it's not visible where you took it off.
Harlequin Romances isn't exactly going broke selling girls books about how a guy comes into the girl's life and does something as simple as fixing her car to make her life right and sweeps her off her feet.
You would be amazed at the "mileage" you can get just by taking her car down to the shop.
(It alters your blood type.) Almost all girls have one.