Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend

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By bigpumpkin | April 17, 2007

Many little boys’ mothers have already decided that their sons will not be dating my T anytime in the future. This is because not only does T have an incredibly demanding personality, she knows how to sing the chorus to Marilyn Monroe’s Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend song. She even knows how to yell out “TIFFANY’S! BULGARI! CARTIER!”

Scary huh? At the rate she’s going, she’ll most likely end up a spinster. She learnt the meaning of diamonds before she could even crawl from her beloved Nana. I can’t say if it’s a good thing or not.

My brother on the other hand is currently searching a diamond for his sweetheart that he wants to propose to. His meagre salary from one of the top agencies will go as far as half a carat. That’s ten grand! I asked him why he is shopping for a ring together with his sweetheart and not left it to be a surprise. He said he didn’t want to get the wrong thing. I told him that if a girl loved you, she would say yes even if it was the wrong thing. And so the hunt for that half carat ring continues.

What is it with diamonds? My mother LOVES them. And so do many women…..

I have one but it sits in my drawer safely locked away. My personality doesn’t warrant the desire to wear one, so it is really quite a shame that it is sitting lonely. I can’t exactly give it away, can I?

I still remember the romantic soul of the Hubs many years ago when we first met. After I’d moved in with him, he plucked a weed out of the garden, tied it into a little knot and put it around my finger. Then he told me, “it’s just a prelude to the real thing”. Many months later while we were window shopping, he bought me a two dollar plastic ring. It was a pretty ring and I liked it. Then I saw this gorgeous Bulgari designer ring that had a blue and pink stone set in platinum and liked it for a very long time. Not exactly a typical engagaement ring but I didn’t care. It cost RM5,000. Eventually, he didn’t get it but instead got me the real thing……

Moral of story - great things come to those who wait