This is a great little Christmas story from a few years ago. Let me set the scene.

 Now, I’m a snooper. I always have been and I probably always will be. I remember snooping through my parents closet one year before Christmas and finding a Timex computer (OK, I know I’m dating myself here, but anywhose) and my parents found out that I knew and they didn’t give it to us. They held off until Valentine’s Day!

 I was living with my boyfriend at the time and my parents had just moved down to Florida. We were planning on going to visit them for the holidays so we decided to exchange our personal gifts to each other before we left so we didn’t have to travel with them there and back.

 As I was going through my trunks of summer clothes so I could start packing, I noticed this

 

And my mind went here:

  What girls heart wouldn’t go pitter patter at the thought of a Tiffany’s box sitting there. I didn’t own anything from Tiffany’s at the time. So I was super excited and immediately one thought came into my mind….he’s going to propose! I was so psyched! Plus I knew that his brother had bought his fiancé an engagement ring from Tiffany. So I knew that he would do the same thing.

 So the night before we were leaving to head down to Florida I made plans to go out with my friends from work for a little Christmas cocktail hour. Said boyfriend wasn’t going, but he told me that I had better not get drunk because we were going to open our Christmas gifts when I got home. After he said that, I knew for reals that he was going to propose. He never cared before if I was drunk or not when I got home. This was finally it, it was going to happen.

 I was giddy the entire happy hour and followed his instructions. I didn’t drink much and got home at a reasonable hour. He had all the gifts out waiting and we started our exchange.

 Except, I didn’t see the Tiffany box.

 We get through all the gifts and still nothing. Then he goes into the other room and gets it. I thought this was it, he was finally going to do it.

 He walks over to me.

 Looks me in the eye.

 Says I love you.

 And hands me the box.

 I’m all shaky when I’m opening it.

 The blue box.

 The black velvety box inside.

 The creaky noise those type of boxes make. You know exactly what I’m talking about.

 I open it and find this….

 

 (Ok, they were white pearls…but these are totally them!)

 I don’t wear a poker face well. At all.

 I’m sure he could see the disappointment from a mile away.

 And that bastard.

 Good thing he didn’t propose, he didn’t know me at all. I am so not a pearl type of girl.

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