You saved for a month or two thinking it would be enough. You went to all the estate sales and “discount” antique shops possible in hopes of finding that perfect retro ring for her (and affordable for you). Eventually, like all of us, you abandoned all hope of finding a reasonably priced ring that would impress her and make her want to keep your sorry ass around, if only until the sex gets more boring. So you whipped out your Credit card, maxed it out at Target and bought your little phillie that nice .00245 carat ring. Way to go champ.
Eventually, after much planning and drinking the moment arrives and you got down on one knee, or came on a white horse (dude, really? A Horse?) or put it in her drink or sandwich (also a bad move) or any of a thousand permutations of how this thing called “Proposing” happens. If yours went anywhere like mine, well I feel bad for you. There is nothing
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