The real point is that "My man loves me so much, he is willing to give up X amount of money for me. This means that for a month or few he has denied himself X, Y and Z."
Its a totally bullsh*t concept forced upon us by the DeBeers company over fifty years ago. I consider myself a feminist, and if the woman I was with required me to sacrifice 3 months salary to "prove my love" to her, Id tell her to not mind the door hitting her ass on the way out.
The diamond was never the symbol of "engagement" till a De Beers marketer decided to brainwash us into that concept.
I dont disagree with the symbolism, romance, and ritual with the engagement ring, and if you have some dosh to spend on a custom ring, go right ahead. Id most likely have my uncle, a jeweler, make something ancient and beautiful in lost wax--but it sure as hell wouldnt have diamonds, which symbolize suffering to me. It would likely have a responsibly mined ruby or emerald tho.
I like it. Any man with that much presence of mind who could offer an alternative to the diamond-ring-norm would be a hell of a keeper.
So, max, what are you doing tonight...
Nuttin but sexin you up my sweet girl!
Be ready at 7 pm, where I shall arrive in my custom 1979 Oldsmobile which you will recognize by its classy animal print interior. As you are all lady, I will engage the parking brake and open the door for you so you do not damage your acrylic nails. After I close the door, you will notice the Luther Vandross playing, which is a good thing.
At my apartment, we will eat only the finest roast pheasant which will be served on gold colored plates from the plate store, and I will always keep your glass of wine refreshed, gladly unscrewing the top when necessary. There will be buttered peas and fresh bread.
After you are done eating, I will allow you to brush your teeth, and as you are attending to your oral hygiene, I will put on some Sam Cooke. This will cause you to partially swoon as you exit the mouth brushing area, but Ill be there for you my sweet girl. I will catch you, massage your gorgeous and ample chocolate shoulders before we...