Wait...are wedding rings a big deal or not?

"Or, just do something like this," the salesman said half-heartedly, as he showed me the exact opposite of what I said I wanted in a wedding ring.

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"No...." I shook my head in confusion. Plus, his statement and tired tone made it seem like wedding rings aren't a big deal. I turned to Louis, and reading my mind and body language, he took the lead with the salesman in order for us to be out of there in 10 seconds or less.

At a second store, we were greeted by a saleswoman. I thought, maybe she'll take me a little more to heart. She nodded when I told her what I was looking for (seriously, it's nothing out of the ordinary), and when I simply just didn't care for the options she showed me, she shrugged and said, "You could always just do this, something plain, and then add to it later on, like with an anniversary band..."

SO I SHOULD SETTLE.

No. Are you kidding? This is a ring I will wear for the rest.of.my.life. This is a ring that I will wear with and without my engagement ring, so it better be special to me. Anniversary band, Shmanniversary band. I'm living in the now.

See how happy THIS salesman looks?!

See how happy THIS salesman looks?!

"Am I asking for too much", I questioned Louis in the car on the way home, as I wondered if maybe I was putting too much emphasis on a wedding ring, and that made me weird to the two salespeople or something.

"No!" He immediately shot back. 

The more I thought about the laissez-faire attitude of the two salespeople - SALES is the key word, no less - the more I correlated it with divorce rate. It's so ridiculous to do that, I know. But, think about it...this is setting a precedent, no? It's something you're supposed to treat as a sacred symbol, and it's hard to do that when some stranger (or two, in my case) makes you feel like you're picking out a pair of socks. I mean, where's the excitement?!

'Oh, just put any ol' ring on your finger, girl' just doesn't work for me.

Besides, I'm not marrying just any ol' man.

Boom.

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