Thursday, August 7, 2014

The Size of Your Ring Equals His Love


Congratulations, you’re engaged!!  After all, you’ve been preparing for this day ever since you were six years old.  Don’t you remember walking your Barbie doll down the aisle to an awaiting Ken, while your teddy bears sat on the sidelines sharing your bliss? As soon as he bends down on one knee, slides those carats on your outstretched hand and asks, “Will you marry me?” you silently wish he’d hurry up so you can share the news with any and everyone who will listen.  Oh but wait, you’re also sizing-up the ring like an experienced jeweler wondering how much he paid for this shimmering block of ice.

I decided to write this after almost regurgitating my breakfast when I came across a picture on social media of a newly engaged female.  The picture was of her ring-adorned finger and the caption read “Let me show you how happy I am!” You’ve gotta be kidding me!  Matter of fact, I’m feeling nauseous all over again.  Does the size of your rock equal his love for you?  We can’t be this superficial.  Don’t get me wrong, every woman wants to adorn a rock so big rock that she needs to build a shelf attached to her arm just to hold it up.  But don’t get it twisted and start measuring love with material things.  This is a sure recipe for disaster and I’m sure if your fiancĂ© was privy to your Barbie-girl way of thinking, he’d dump you quicker than a New York minute.

What if your man isn’t a six-figure, investment having, mortgage living, pension accumulating type of man?  Are you expecting him to go broke buying you a huge rock just so you can get approval from “those” women?   As for me, I don’t let my mind wander off from realistically knowing whom I’m dating.  I know that his spending habits will reflect his income and I can’t expect anything more unless or until he starts making more.  At some point in a woman’s life, she has to put the gibberish her mother told her and what society endorses in with the bath water and watch it go down the drain.  Its Ok ladies, reality isn’t that bad!

So, for all of you ladies flaunting your ring as a Standard and Poor’s rating, please find a deserted island and stay there because you are giving us all a bad reputation.  I wish you all the best of luck!  Smooches Dolls