don't get me wrong - he proposed first. as much as i like to think of myself as a modern woman, i'm definitely not that advanced! but after j proposed we agreed that it didn't seem fair that i got to wear a beautiful ring for a year before we got married and he didn't!
so my expedition began. he didn't want anything boring. in fact he'd gone so far as to sketch me an image of what he wanted his ring to look like. i had the most difficult time trying to find it because, as i learned, men's wedding rings are incredibly dull. it was kind of unspoken though that we wanted our rings to come from established, reputable jewelry stores. there was no doubt i could find the ring he wanted in some cool little back alley store but we wanted to know that it was protected and under warranty. by the time i reached the sixth major jewelry store i was feeling like the whole thing was hopeless. and then i saw it. it was almost exactly like j's drawing except better.
i thought that i would keep the ring with me for months - waiting for the perfect moment. but the perfect moment occurred sooner than i expected - one day later! j picked me up from a dinner with friends and i was a little tipsy. when we got out of the car he paused and said "look! a shooting star!" right then, while he was looking up i knew it was the right time. except, as i was tipsy i was struggling to find the ring box in my bag. in order to stall him i said things like "what? where? tell me more."
miraculously he didn't look down for while. and when he did i was on one knee, holding the ring box up to him. even though i had split my pants, i asked him to marry me.
he said he couldn't because he was engaged to someone else. ; )