Hello, Handsome!

I hope you’re doing well. Not as well as when we finally hook up, mind you, but as well as can be expected without having me in your life quite yet.

I have a serious favour to ask you, Tiger. It’s something that means a lot to me.

When you propose - and I mean, you are my future husband, so it’s not like I’m being presumptuous here or anything - I ask that you NOT invest in a diamond ring for my finger.

You see, My Darling Lovekitten…I just saw the film Blood Diamond. And it was pretty much devastating. I cried a little in the washroom afterwards. (You know how sensitive I can be about such things…well, you will know how sensitive I can be.) I can’t bear the thought of a sparkly little rock causing pain and/or suffering for others. The weight of the world would be on the fourth finger of my left hand for the rest of my life.

I would be just as content with any symbol of our devotion. A wooden ring that you carved yourself. Tin and glass. Something plastic out of a Crackerjack box a la Breakfast At Tiffany’s. Anything meaningful coming from you - yes, you - is exactly what I want.

But if you must go the traditional route, Poodle, I ask that you invest in an Alaskan diamond or research conflict-free engagement rings. It would make me very happy. And when I am happy, you know that you’re happy, too!

Thanks for reading, Baby. I hope you’re gearing up for a lifetime of interesting conversation, laughter, hot make-out sessions and my delicious baklava!

Looking forward to my ethical ring and our beautiful life together,

Your Loving Future Wife