Shortly after we were married, I was working night shift and my wife worked days. As a result, I did the grocery shopping. One day, I went during lunch hour, and worked my way diligently through the shopping list, purchasing real food that needed to be cooked and not TV dinners.
About halfway through the store, I had an odd sensation of being watched.
I turned around, and five professional women were staring a hole through me. I waved with my left hand, and their faces fell instantly when they saw the wedding ring.
They thought that they had someone who was pre-domesticated.