At first, I thought that I’d prefer it if a guy proposed with an empty box and said, “Okay, now pick out your ring and I’ll pay for it!” I mean, it’d be a real downer if a guy gave me some ornate yellow gold round cut ring (um, ew). But I’ve realized that I am far too picky to ever actually make a decision for myself. The best I can really do is give guidelines and let someone else do the actual picking, so that there’s less pressure on myself to choose the “perfect” ring.

I’ve told Josh my preferences. White gold, silver, or platinum. Doesn’t matter what kind of diamond, as long as it’s real. Heart or princess cut. Not too elaborately designed. Doesn’t matter how many stones.

See? I’m not too hard to please, I just couldn’t ever make up my mind. I don’t care how much it costs, or what grade the diamond is, yada yada yada. I just want it to look pretty on my finger. At the same time, it’s something you’re essentially stuck with once it’s purchased. (At least, it is if you’re working class or below.) So it’s something that should be given a little thought. Kind of like having a vague idea of what kind of kid you want to adopt. Let’s face it: people want certain breeds, whether or not they say they would love any child as their own. But that’s why I’d rather give birth to my own - it cuts out the option of choosing size and color. You get what you get.

Even though I’d rather Josh picked out a ring for me, I can’t help but look at potential choices. So like any classy girl, I’ve been checking out the engagement rings on Amazon. Some girls may gasp at the idea of not having a three-months’-salary fine jewelry store rock, but I’m much simpler. If the picture looks good and it comes in my size, I’m down for it.

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