My wish list created, Merry arms me with a "Welcome to the Family" packet chock full of engagement- and wedding-related goodies, and sends me on my way with a hug and a smile. I leave there feeling giddy. It isn't until 15 minutes later, when I'm safely seated at my favorite sushi restaurant nursing some miso soup, that the faux beau fog lifts.
It was just a field trip, I tell myself. Still, I have visions of my perfect engagement ring dancing in my head. Not to mention the life I created for myself with my faux beau. It's not that my life right now is bad. In fact, most of the time, it feels fabulous. I own my own home and have an amazing circle of friends who love and support me (and vice versa), fun dates with interesting men I meet here and there, and a career that I dig. But if I'm completely honest, there's a part of me that wonders what it's like to be That Girl. The girl whose boyfriend is so enamored of her that he goes out and buys a ring and asks her to spend the rest of her life with him. That could be fabulous, too.
Visions of my spectacular ring still dance in my head as I savor the last bite of sushi. For a moment, I contemplate buying the ring for myself. It really was beautiful. But you know what? It's not the ring I'm after. It's what it represents. A commitment to someone I love and who loves me. That's what makes "the engagement" so exciting. After all, I got giddy with just a faux beau. Imagine what it'll be like with Mr. Right, imperfections and all. And so I decide that the ring will have to wait. I think it's worth it ‑- holding out for the real deal.
I just hope Merry and Jack will understand.