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How I Got Engaged To Myself
I figured I’m the only one I can trust with that level of commitment.
I bought myself a very expensive, beautiful ring right before Thanksgiving. After leaving my storage place where I keep the twenty dollar bills I receive every month for a rental property, I went to the local jeweler to get a watch battery replaced. I was on my way out of the store when some pieces in the case caught my eye. They were bright blue, sparkling gems set in a pendant and a ring with diamonds.
I wondered if they were rare Tanzanites. I asked the clerk if I could try on the ring. She took it out of the case and read the tag. It was a Tanzanite stone, and the price was $7,000.
I tried on the ring and it fit me perfectly. I knew the price was just the “sticker price”, but still. I remembered the twenty dollar bills sitting there doing nothing other than waiting to be turned into something useful or enjoyable. I had put them away for an emergency. They were also there to be used for extravagances I don’t wish to appear on my credit cards. This ring certainly fell into that category.
The owner of the shop whom I’ve known for 25 years was not in. I knew I would have to negotiate the price with him if I decided I wanted the ring. I still had the key in my purse for access to the twenty dollar bills. In…
