Earlier this morning, I was having a lucid dream- falling in and out of sleep.
There was a beach. My girlfriend was there. The discussion was about rings. I think she had one on her hand, or we were trying some on. It was about diamonds and how I didn’t like diamonds. The topic of diamonds and jewelry came up before. It went like this.
Me: I don’t understand it.
Her: I don’t care for it.
Problem solved, right? Not really.
I remember having a conversation with my girlfriends about this. (I can say that right? My female friends? I can refer to them as girlfriends, right? I’m just gonna save that for another post. It could get messy. But, in this case, the girlfriends that I will use in this post refers to my close female friends.) I think we all agreed that we didn’t want conflict diamonds and that the idea of a diamond engagement ring trumping the act of marriage is absurd.
BUT, we also agree that the engagement ring is so ingrained in Western society that for me to not offer one to my future fiance, or for my girlfriends to not receive one from their future fiance, would bring about awkward social moments for the bride-to-be. As a man, I wouldn’t want to put my fiance through that.
Does this mean that a diamond is important? Or will a silver band do?
It’s up to her. In the end, she’s going to be the one wearing it, so I say, whatever makes her happy. If she likes diamonds, then go for it. If she doesn’t like diamonds, then don’t get a diamond. If she says she doesn’t care and wants you to pick it out? Ask her two more times on two separate occasions, and if that doesn’t work, take her ring shopping so that she can help you pick a few ring styles that she likes.
My girlfriend says she wants a small one; something nice. I said okay- and I do have a style in mind. But then, I had this dream last night.
It was about a pearl. Like I said at the start of this post: we were on the beach. Sometimes we were in the water, snorkeling, maybe even looking for a pearl. The water was blue, clear. Then the sun was setting. We were on the beach. She had on a white summer dress. I think we were trying to find a good ring to fit the pearl. It was a soft pink color.
The ring changed different forms to fit the pearl. I don’t think we decided on a final form before I woke up, but throughout the day, my mind’s been constructing different types of bands to match the pearl. I think I have a good idea now, but I wonder if I can find it.
Whatever I finally decide on, it will have one thing that she requests:
Her: It has to have meaning.
