My hairdresser just received an amazingly beautiful ring for her 20th anniversary. I didn't notice it until she was blowing me out. "OMG, did you get a new ring?" I said. "Yeeeeeessss, I got a big girl ring for my 20th," she gushed. She told the story of how she had always wanted a bigger, better ring for some momentous anniversary and how this one was the one. Come to find out, she actually picked it out, made the deal, then told her husband where to go and what to buy. Not very romantic huh?
In my world, and in his, you don't tell your partner to buy you anything. You don't specify what make, model and price range. It just takes all the fun out of gift giving. And who doesn't like a surprise when they open the package!?
But, there is just something about that whole ring exchange that makes me want it. Not the diamond, necessarily, but the desire to want to give it to me. And it's not just the ring.
Once, HE had an opportunity to make a dedication on a CD HE recorded. HE didn't dedicate it to me. I was crushed. HE dedicated it to his daughters. I get that. But then HE recorded another and he didn't make one to me then either.
It has always been part of my fairytale for my Prince Charming to profess his love for me around every turn. Yes, I get that idea from Hollywood. That never happens in real life right?
I have no doubt that we have more romance, fun, friendship and happiness in our relationship than does my hairdresser, but I want all the other stuff too. Is that too much to ask?
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