This is about Darren and me. We're man-sized, and our rings only have symbolic meaning, and as far as I know, they don't grant us dark powers that could place humanity under our evil thrall.
(That would be kind of neat, though...)
This weekend, Darren and I will celebrate our tenth anniversary together. The actual date of our anniversary has been the subject of some discussion over the years, but after some puzzling and figuring, we agreed on November 15. The Ides of November, if you will.
To mark the occasion, we have reservations tomorrow night at what my nemesis Sandra Lee would call a "fancy dancy" restaurant in Minneapolis. (Okay, technically we're going to celebrate a few days early, but it's more fun going out on a Saturday night than a Thursday.) Over dinner, in our own private little commitment ceremony, we'll exchange the rings that we bought last weekend.
(And no, we did NOT follow the "two months' salary" guideline that jewelers like to quote. Think more along the lines of "one dinner out at PF Chang's with two appetizers and only one round of drinks.")
We have never done a formal commitment ceremony, as my sister and her partner Veronica did a few years back, but when we bought our first house, we had a huge house-warming party with all of our family and friends. That was a close as we've come to "making honest men of each other" in any public way.
As we approached our tenth year together, however, I began to think it might be time to make a gesture that says "This handsome strapping fella is mine, all mine, so hands off, skanks!" Combine that touching sentiment with my love of jewelry and accessories, and presto, we're ring shopping!
Actually, I wasn't sure if Darren would go for the idea of wearing matching bands. He doesn't wear jewelry, and he's not much for show or PDA. However, when I suggested the idea of buying the rings, he didn't take any convincing at all. So, that was that.
I don't mean to make light of a landmark that's very important to both us. Fifteen years ago, when I was an impoverished, unhappily single grad student, I never could have imagined that I would be lucky enough to have the life I live now. I have a wonderful partner, a real house, and a terrier who thinks he owns his two dads--it's quite a package.
So, here's to us.