I met my husband while I was working in a science library.
He came in every week to read the latest journals and eventually decided to take out the librarian instead of the books.
After a year and a half of dating, he showed up at the library and started rummaging through my desk.
I asked what he was looking for, but he didn’t answer.
Finally he unearthed one of the rubber stamps I used to identify reference books.
“Since I couldn’t find the right engagement ring,” he said, “this will have to do,” and he firmly stamped my hand.
Across my knuckles, in capital letters, it read “NOT FOR CIRCULATION.”
