Me: Don’t get used to it. There is no way I could re-create this look ever. I don’t have the skills or the patience.
Primo: You look good to me.
Me: Good enough to marry?
Me: Does that mean you’re going to propose?
Primo: I thought we had already agreed to get married. We did buy real estate together. We are somewhat committed.
Me: Yeah, but you never proposed properly. Propose already.
Primo: OK. Will you marry me?
Me: Do you have a ring?
Primo: No, but I have something better.
Me: What could be better than a ring? You already got me the Good Trash Can.
Primo: And I even paid full price because it never went on sale.
Me: What more could a woman want?
Primo: What about these?
He opens his desk drawer and pulls out a little box.
Primo: Open it.
Earrings. I lift one out of the box. A long silver strand is embedded with three tiny diamonds spaced along its length.
Me: They’re gorgeous!
Primo: Look at the other one.
The second earring is longer than the first one and contains four tiny diamonds.
Me: What are these?
Primo: I had them made from the diamonds from my first wedding ring. You didn’t want an engagement ring and you don’t want a fancy wedding ring, but I wanted you to have something nice.
They were beautiful and environmentally responsible – a recycled wedding ring!
Me: Thank you. I love them.
Primo: You haven’t answered my question. Will you marry me?
Me: Oh! Well of course. I have to. I’ve already bought real estate with you.