The first few years of dating Mr. Jet, marriage didn't really cross my mind. We had moved in together after 11 months of dating, and I was serious about him, but being a wife wasn't at the top of my list of priorities just yet. I was still young and trying to figure out what I could do with a Communications degree and how to buy a new car with nothing to put down.
We casually talked about "forever" once in a while and I knew pretty early on he was the one for me and I for him. We just wanted to take things slow and enjoy life as we knew it - raising our chihuahua mix, Bruce Banner, paying our bills on time and exploring our hobbies together and individually.
It wasn't until 4 years into our relationship that I started to get...the fever. The more we did things like get a joint checking account and invest in furniture together, the more I realized that this WAS forever. I wanted to keep him forever. I wanted a proposal from him so that I knew he felt the same way.
In the winter of 2011, I really pushed the issue with Mr. Jet. I was ready and needed him to know it. He said he wanted forever too, and it would happen if I was patient.
Me? Patient? Has he actually MET me?
One night over a shared scorpion bowl at our favorite Chinese restaurant, I got him to agree to look at rings with me. We stopped into a local, family-owned jewelry store and I pointed out exactly what I wanted. (I had been there a few times before with my equally-as-obsessed friend, Chelsea). Oh, just an Asscher cut diamond, in an antique-style pavé setting in white gold where the diamonds only go half-way around to prevent gunk build-up. Nothing really particular about that.
"Okay, let's get it."
"Say whaaaaaa?" says me in a scorpion bowl-induced stupor.
We ordered the ring that night and we left hand-in-hand with a real promise for our future.