Roy and I were getting ready to go to bed. I took a look at the clock, and said to Roy, "Will you marry me?" Fully aware that it's April 1st. We have always been teasing each other for the last year or 2 or 3 about it.
He says, "Sure, let me get your ring", then proceeded to walk in our mini-walk-in-closet with the door closed. I thought to myself, he's pulling my leg. He's probably going to get my Grandmother's wedding rings that I inherited. So, I just went along with the flow.
He came out of the closet, and I was ready to laugh. BUT....
The box was black. Yep, the box was black. I knew that my Grandmother's ring was in a dark greenish box. Then, I quickly thought to myself, nah, he probably got my earrings box.
"POP!" the box says, and there's a beautiful ring. Roy looked at me straight in the eye. I couldn't believe it. He really took me by complete surprise! The first words that came out of my mouth wasn't, "Yes!"...instead it came out, "Are you fuc**** kidding me?" Then Roy said, "Will you marry me?" Of course I said yes. It was just pretty hiliarious because for one thing, Roy knew that I do not ever want to get married on a holiday, or some boring on-your-knees type of thing, and it has to take me by surprise. I didn't want a sappy romantic walk on the beach type of thing. *gag* Knowing that we both have a weird sense of humor, and we will always laugh about this.
Roy took the perfect opportunity to do this. He would have done it in the evening of April 1st, but it was just a perfect timing.
Of course...trying to convince my mother and a couple of my friends that I'm engaged is another story. That was the whole point of him popping the question on April Fool's. Roy knew that if I went around telling people that I'm engaged, they won't believe me. He was right. It took me quite a while to convince my mother as we both have always teased her about me being pregnant, about us breaking up, about being engaged. That's what you get for being the boy who cried wolf.
The Ring: Knowing how picky I was, it was no wonder why he was taking his time. For one thing, I *hate* solitaires, so all the fancy Tiffany rings are out of the question. I really like rare, special, unusual cut diamonds instead of industry standards. I do not want gold or white gold. My grandmother's ring was gold, and there's so much gold lost for wearing it so many years. I need to ADD gold on the band in order to wear it. So, platinum is a must. I really like antique look to it. For some reason, the current designs are too simple for my taste. It has to look complex, yet elegant. Diamond shapes must be either round, oval or bevel. I hate anything else! The band must be on the smallish side, as if I have a thick band, it will look heavy on my smallish hands. See how picky I am? That's why it's always a good idea for the boyfriend to ask these questions way BEFORE you propose.
My ring: Diamond cut - European cut. They don't do this cut anymore. It has a high crown, which is very different than all the other cut out there. My diamond was cut in 1910. 2 years shy of being an antique, but still quite old nonetheless. This is probably cut by hand as they didn't have laser guided machines way back then! The platinum setting is made in 1950. I'm going to assume that the original owner had the diamond from another ring, then had it set in 1950. It could be possible that this was an inherited ring as well. If only the ring could talk. It has 12 small diamonds on the side. I know everyone who got engaged would say, "I got the most perfect ring!" It still hold true.
After 3 1/2 years of being together, we can finally say that we're engaged. One of the first few comments I got from friends and family, "Is this a joke? You're kidding me right? Haha, I am not going to believe you!" A couple have asked me, "So do you have a wedding date set yet?" Jeez people, I have only been engaged for 12 hours, and you're asking me whether I have set a wedding date?! Get real.
Roy and I agreed that we will put off the wedding for a while. There's no rush into getting married.