Snickerdoodle
Shiny_Rock
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- Apr 24, 2008
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...He didn''t burst into flames!
I didn''t need to get him liquored up first, he didn''t go in kicking and screaming, and we sure as hell didn''t come home with any pet rodents this time! He didn''t break into a cold sweat when I tried on rings, and he was actually giving his opinion and paying attention to what I was trying on! Yaaaaay! Big step for us!
At one point I wanted to reach over the counter and smack the sales lady. If I remember correctly, she said something to the effect of, "The half carat fits your finger perfectly, the one carat looks too large." WTF?! Don''t say that in front of him! Ok, granted, I am petite, but the 1 ct. was flanked by two 1/4 ct. stones on a rather large band (which she suggested I try on--yuck!), so a 1 ct. in a nice, elegant, not obnoxious, setting may be perfectly fine on me. What, did I happen to find the only "maul" jewelry store employee that doesn''t work on commission?! (oh, and yes, he does know better that to buy from these places)
Anyway, over lunch I was looking at the brochures and catalogs she gave to us and I mentioned that I would like to look at a few other places so he could really get a feel for what I wanted before he picked something out. He had this look that was a blend of equal parts shock and panic. He had assumed I would go with him to pick it out, because that''s what we had previously discussed. I told him that I was fine with waiting until November (see my previous thread entitled, "November?! Are you joking?!"), but that I would be concerned about the ring being without proper supervision in the DR until he was ready to propose. He hadn''t thought about that. Then he proceded to say that he could have a truckload of sand dumped in our backyard and flood part of the yard so I could still get my proposal on the beach.
As we were talking more about rings, he said what I thought was the coolest thing. He said he was watching my reaction and expressions as I was trying on the rings! That just meant so much to me that he was reading me and not just the tags on the rings during this process. I guess I didn''t notice what the gem at my side was doing because I was hypnotized by all the sparklies in front of me.
He went back to being his usual self yesterday. He was getting something out of our freezer, and he knows how much I hate our freezer (it has the double refrigerator doors on top and the sliding freezer door at the bottom and it has no room for anything! But yes, I know, I was the one that had to have that fridge.), and says to me, "How about I get you an engagement freezer?" I told him, "That''s not what I meant when I said I wanted a lot of ice!"
I love how great we are together!
I didn''t need to get him liquored up first, he didn''t go in kicking and screaming, and we sure as hell didn''t come home with any pet rodents this time! He didn''t break into a cold sweat when I tried on rings, and he was actually giving his opinion and paying attention to what I was trying on! Yaaaaay! Big step for us!
At one point I wanted to reach over the counter and smack the sales lady. If I remember correctly, she said something to the effect of, "The half carat fits your finger perfectly, the one carat looks too large." WTF?! Don''t say that in front of him! Ok, granted, I am petite, but the 1 ct. was flanked by two 1/4 ct. stones on a rather large band (which she suggested I try on--yuck!), so a 1 ct. in a nice, elegant, not obnoxious, setting may be perfectly fine on me. What, did I happen to find the only "maul" jewelry store employee that doesn''t work on commission?! (oh, and yes, he does know better that to buy from these places)
Anyway, over lunch I was looking at the brochures and catalogs she gave to us and I mentioned that I would like to look at a few other places so he could really get a feel for what I wanted before he picked something out. He had this look that was a blend of equal parts shock and panic. He had assumed I would go with him to pick it out, because that''s what we had previously discussed. I told him that I was fine with waiting until November (see my previous thread entitled, "November?! Are you joking?!"), but that I would be concerned about the ring being without proper supervision in the DR until he was ready to propose. He hadn''t thought about that. Then he proceded to say that he could have a truckload of sand dumped in our backyard and flood part of the yard so I could still get my proposal on the beach.
As we were talking more about rings, he said what I thought was the coolest thing. He said he was watching my reaction and expressions as I was trying on the rings! That just meant so much to me that he was reading me and not just the tags on the rings during this process. I guess I didn''t notice what the gem at my side was doing because I was hypnotized by all the sparklies in front of me.
He went back to being his usual self yesterday. He was getting something out of our freezer, and he knows how much I hate our freezer (it has the double refrigerator doors on top and the sliding freezer door at the bottom and it has no room for anything! But yes, I know, I was the one that had to have that fridge.), and says to me, "How about I get you an engagement freezer?" I told him, "That''s not what I meant when I said I wanted a lot of ice!"
I love how great we are together!
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