I've bought a ring. A fake ring.
No, a real ring, but a fake wedding ring. It's sterling silver and pretty substantial--thick. This ploy was recommended to me by someone who said that telling inquiring men that I had a boyfriend wouldn't deter them, and so I ought to wear a ring. (This reminds me of a Nigerian New Haven taxi driver who asked whether I had any "part-time" boyfriends. No, I replied, only full-time.)
Although getting proposed to could be fun--after all, how many times does a girl get asked to marry somebody?--I hope that this might make for less awkwardness. It does feel funny to wear it, though. I'm not the traditional marriage type, but I liked to think that it would be a special day when I would put something on that finger
I also want to include a link to another young woman's blog: Ryan Brown, who goes to Duke, and who studied abroad in Dakar this past semester. She's been helping me pack. She's also hilarious, and you should read her stuff.