Last Christmas, we were having a friendly contest to see which of us would give the best gift. I thought I had it in the bag (I had purchased some DJ equipment he has always wanted) but he kept going on and on about how he was going to blow me out of the water. At first I didn’t even consider the possibility of a proposal, as I am not overly occupied with thoughts of engagement, and anyway I figured a Christmas proposal was really not our style. However, I kept trying to think of anything else I may have mentioned wanting, and I was drawing a blank.
One day we were having a session of “You’ll Never Guess What I Got You” (a game consisting of vague hints and wild conjecture). He told me, “I talked to your mother about your gift…” And so it began. See, my father is deceased, and my partner has always said he wants to speak to my mother prior to proposing. Still, I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so I asked him why he’d discussed my gift with her. He said, “To make sure she didn’t get you the same thing.” It seemed like a weak reply, as my mother and I have given up on surprising one another and tend to just ask straight out what we should purchase. I already knew what I would be receiving from her, and it wasn’t anything my guy would think to give.
A few days later, he mentioned that he went out to lunch with his mother, after which they went to buy my gift. Here’s where I really lost it. The first time he brought up the subject of engagement with his mother, she said she would like to give him a diamond from her marriage to his father (also deceased), and have it set into an engagement ring. I saw no other reason why his mother would need to accompany him gift-shopping.
Fast forward to Christmas morning. I received…a gift certificate for a sitting with my tattoo artist. My disappointment lasted only a microsecond; I love tattoos and hadn’t been able to afford one in quite some time. It really was a very thoughtful thing to do. He even went to the shop and spoke with my artist about how much it would cost to make headway on my unfinished sleeve. Very sweet.
I still wonder why he spoke with my mother about the gift. 1) While she is very accepting of me, she is not a fan of tattoos and really wouldn’t gift me a sitting. 2) Even if she did, it’s not the kind of gift you’d mind having duplicates of. Another certificate = more work done = awesome. I also wonder why he brought his mother with him to the shop. She doesn’t live nearby, so after having lunch together they would have had to drive quite out of the way to get there. Go figure.
Anyhow, I never asked, because I didn’t want to let on that I had been expecting something. I’m really not the type to dissect his every action hoping for a proposal, so this was rather out of character, and I felt pretty damn silly.