Ring Ring

I caught the end of Radio From Hell the other day, and they were talking about whether or not a man should go into debt for an engagement ring. This one particular man had a girlfriend who came from a wealthy family, and she wanted a ring that was $30,000. She said her boyfriend could put as much as he could down on it, and her dad would pick up the difference.

This got me thinking. What would you expect?

When we got engaged, we were young and broke, and clueless. Sean picked out my ring, and paid for it with some extra cash he had laying around. It isn't spectacular, and since then I've been treated to several nicer fancier versions of wedding rings that I wear more often.

But I have a lot of friends who demanded fancy schmancy huge diamonds for their engagement rings, and I've often wondered what exactly their thoughts are on that.

Does the size of the diamond or the cost of the ring determine the amount of love your sigoth has for you?

Doesn't the act of giving you a token of love of any size or cost signify enough love?

What is your ring story? Do you still love it? Hate it? Wear it? Upgraded it? Or have you ever even had one?

As for me, I keep my original in my jewelry box because A) it doesn't fit anymore, and B) It's not really my style. I wear a wedding set Sean bought me for our 5 year anniversary occasionally, a big 4 carat beauty I got for our 10 year anniversary once in a while, but lately I wear a simple Stainless Steel plain band every day that was my moms. All of them have a lot of meaning to me, but the plain band is my favorite, for obvious reasons.

I've never really asked Sean how he feels about me not wanting to wear my original ring, or if it bothers him that I prefer the plain band over the honker diamond. I don't know if he even notices, or cares.

Do most men?

What's your ring story?