Rings

So, we bought some wedding rings, had them shipped to Oregon, and now have them in our possession.  It was all easier than we thought it would be. In fact, it was easier than the buying engagement ring, despite double the number of decisions that had to be made. Here’s why:

1. I’m a dude, so I’m easy. I knew I didn’t want some jewel-encrusted ornately designed fancy band (and for dudes there aren’t many options anyway). So it was a matter of pointing at one and saying “that looks good. I’m buying that one.”
2. Dina already had an engagement ring, which helped drastically narrow the choices (only certain styles would work). She had a pretty good idea going in…. it had to place focus on the engagement ring, but still look commensurately blingy.

Mission accomplished.

We’re surprised where we got them, and you may be too. Because we’re fancy people, and this place wasn’t so fancy: Ben Bridge.

You see, we went there when we looked at engagement rings and had a horrible experience – a college-age girl who tried to sell us some ring out of a collection, diamond included, when we brought in a loose diamond and explained we were looking for a setting. She didn’t listen. And scoffed a bit at this idea that they could set a loose diamond in one of THEIR settings. She came across as an uncouth, inattentive, jackass, who would soon bring down the entire company. We bolted in about two seconds and found high class solace in Turgeon Raine and Fox’s (where we got Dina’s engagement ring).

But we stopped in at the Ben Bridge at University Village just to compare styles (not to buy), but ended up talking with a really great, knowledgeable woman who made us feel totally comfortable, and who obviously understood that this is kind of a big decision (even if we were going to make it quickly).  And in the end they had some nice styles and the prices were good and it all seemed right, so we did it. All because of a single person who was warm, friendly, professional, and a listener.

People, listen up: first impressions, small touches, good customer services – those things can make or break a sale.

The only hiccup in all this is that I think the ring we ordered for me is too small. I know everyone says you need the thing to be snug, and it shouldn’t be totally easy to get off. We wore them around over the weekend to make sure the fit was good, and I just can’t shake the feeling that my ring is TOO tight. It was actually at times a bit difficult to actually put on – not a good sign, right? Half the time I had to use soap to get it off. And what if I gain weight and become super fat? I’m definitely not going to get any skinnier than I am right now. And I need to take it off pretty regularly – to work out and keep this guns super big. And what about when I get mugged and need to hand the thing over? I don’t want my finger cut off.

So we’re going to have them stretch it a bit. We’re going in tonight. Who knew they could do stretch rings? (Everyone but me, apparently.)

Anyway, the ancient symbols of our eternal neverending love (or, if you prefer, of a mutual handcuffing for eternity) are in place. Soon we’ll wear them full time, and I’ll no longer be randomly approached by beautiful women. At least not as often. Or for the same reasons.