An indecisive girl like me has trouble committing to a paint color, let alone what engagement ring I want sitting on my hand for the rest of my life (ironically, committing to Mr. Rooster forever was an easy choice I made in my mind after just six months of knowing him). I mean, I’ve seen dozens of beautiful rings, and I could imagine each of them sitting on my hand. But choosing one ring (or even one style) out of the bunch was difficult.
So after three-plus years of dating and two-plus years of living together, when it was clear we were getting close to the whole “marriage” thing, Roo and I always discussed ring shopping as something we would do, at least in part, together. After all, if I didn’t even know what I wanted, how could I expect him to know what I wanted? It wasn’t meant to spoil the surprise; we planned that Roo would still end up choosing “the ring” and proposing totally in secret from me. He just wanted to make sure that indecisive me really really liked what he was putting on my finger.