because I really only want one thing for Christmas, i can't help but bring up the ring
the ring has been the topic of many conversations... mom: "when are you getting a ring from that boy?" the best friend: "he better have me help him pick out the ring" even the taxi cab driver back in April: "how come there's no ring on that hand?"
with everyone weighing in, it dawned on me, i should be better prepared. seriously. there are things a girl should know that i haven't begun to ponder...
like, what if he asks me what i like? do i like square or circle? is that what they are even called in the gemological realm? do i like silver or white gold, 1 carat or semi-precious?
not to mention, i should probably know what a blood diamond is, before he puts one on my finger, no?
wait... am i allowed to say what i like? attach prototypes in e-mails? cut out magazine ads and put them on his car windshield?
or is that a diva-like don't? shouldn't i be content to receive a green bread bag twisty tie from the man i love, because he is, the man i love.
i actually googled "engagement ring etiquette." what a NOT help! the rules are very him-oriented. ask her mom, make sure it's a surprise, take her somewhere nice, practice what you'll say... all these him-rules were make me sweaty.
surely, there must be decorum for the deed for me.
monkey see, monkey do would lead me to the nail salon and to the wedding gift registry at bed, bath & beyond... i think i swing from another tree.
when i asked my mom, she said, "don't get married in the summer. we already have RV reservations" and "whose going to babysit the children? i'm not driving two hours..."
woa, woa, woa! can't anyone tell me what to do in the here-and-now?
except for the one thing i've learned in the last few days... keep your mouth shut.