Over the next hour, Merry and I discuss ring shapes, sizes, color and clarity. Before I know it, there are dazzling diamonds being brought forth in various settings. I'm mesmerized. And to be honest, a little excited for me and my faux beau!
Between pear-shaped diamonds on platinum bands and 1.5-carat emerald cuts (my personal favorite, I discover), Merry and I chat about life, love and engagements. I'm surprised at how easily the details of my faux beau come together.
His name is Jack. We've been together almost two years. He's a writer. We were just on a cruise to the Mexican Riviera, and one night, out of the blue, he suggested I go ring shopping.
Merry tells me I've got quite the catch, and for a few seconds I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. That's the thing about faux beaus. They don't snore, hog the remote or have any other annoying qualities.
From the impressive ring selection, I eventually find an antique-looking setting that matches my grandmother's wedding ring, which I wear on my right hand. Merry shows me a matching wedding band. Together, they make a smashing pair.
While I admire the twin bands sparkling on my left ring finger, Merry asks if I have any idea when or how Jack will propose. I smile and say no, adding that I'm very excited ‑- and a little nauseated ‑- nonetheless. She nods in understanding, and I have to admit that I really do feel a mixture of thrilled queasiness. Thrilled about the life I've created for myself in my head, and sick that at any moment Merry will realize I'm a liar.
But Merry doesn't catch on. Instead, she takes me into her office, measures my ring finger and helps me create a wish list on the store's Website. That way, Jack can look at my selection and call the store with any questions. Merry is so helpful, and even chatters on excitedly about an ex who's recently started calling again. I want to listen to her, to care. But truthfully, I'm too caught up in my own euphoria to catch many of the details.