November 30, 2009
Diamonds are my birthstone and I remember when I turned 13 and my dad gave them to me for the very first time. They were very tiny stud earrings that I instantly fell in love with. I still have them and wore them at my wedding and at my son’s Bar Mitzvah. They are as special to me today as they were 30 years ago.
Now I imagine that most women like diamonds but I could be wrong so for the sake of argument let’s assume that this is true and women love them and dream about getting them mostly in the form of a ring for their left hand. It is a symbol of love and hope and Prince Charming with a happily ever after ending.
I am wondering if it is because I am a woman who wants a fairytale that I cry at every single commercial that is currently running for diamonds. I seriously cannot watch one of these ads without crying and what is worse is that when I see that there is another one coming I cannot bring myself to change the channel.
The one with the ice skating, the one where the hearing guy learns how to sign to his hearing impaired girlfriend, the one where they are stuck at a red light in the snow, the one where the man is rubbing the belly of his pregnant wife, the one with the grandchildren surprising grandma, each and every one of them makes me cry.
I bet if you made 100 single women and 100 men in love watch these commercials and them took a survey, none of the men would say they were inspired to buy a diamond for the woman they loved but the women would say they were inspired to buy a bar of chocolate, bottle of wine, box of Kleenex and rent an assortment of chick flicks.
Between the holidays, the barrage of diamond commercials and the impending new season of The Bachelor, it’s enough to make a girl want to eat an entire pizza and then bake a cake in the shape of a diamond ring and eat that too and then deal with the guilt of eating everything by drinking an entire bottle of wine to drown the shame.
At this point in my life it would appear that the scenario that seems most possible for me getting my next diamond will be one from my grandchildren and when you consider that my kid is 13 that means I will get a diamond in about 20 years and by 20 years of course I mean I don’t need to bother covering my grey hair anymore and should head off to an animal shelter.
The holidays are a festive time filled with joy and at the same time it’s a rather sad time for people who are alone. I don’t mean people without a spouse or partner alone, but without anyone alone. I am blessed to have a wonderful family, friends and child so while I am alone I am not lonely and that is a blessing.
It is officially the beginning of the holiday season and if you recall my goal when I started to write my blog was to be in a relationship by the end of the year and have a date for New Year’s Eve so I’ve now got 31 days left to seal the deal. It could still happen and by could of course I mean I hope it does.
I am looking for a date not a diamond so there is still plenty of time. I need to stay positive, embrace JDate, stay away from animal shelters, invest in some L’Oreal, stay away from cake and change the channel when a commercial for diamonds come on. All it will require is some luck, some patience and my keeping the faith.
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