Well, last night, we talked rings. And we talked vows. Actually, last night we talked about a hell of a lot of things, most of which I'm not going to mention here, but one of the major things that we talked about was rings.
It wasn't really a proposal as such, because there wasn't any getting down on one knee or anything like that. It was almost conversational. In the middle of telling each other how important we are to each other it just slipped into conversation that I hadn't found a Cartier stockist in town, but I had found a ring that I wanted for myself. And we promised each other that we would buy each other these rings, but we didn't set a timescale.
So, I guess, in a sense, I proposed and I was accepted. But it wasn't the focus of the evening, and it wasn't a "big" thing.
The main reason that it wasn't "big" is that we are already so entangled in each others lives that in a real sense it makes no difference. We're a committed couple with all of the trappings and joys and complexities that brings. Rings won't change that.