When we got engaged my wife and I agreed to get a cheaper ring with a synthetic stone in it, which in our opinion was much more sparkly than the diamonds in the case next to it and cost a damn sight less. We decided it was much more important to spend what money we had on actual things that matter, like a house.

A rock is just a rock. An object. It's the sentiment that counts, and if you're involved with somebody who places more value on the monetary cost of the rock versus the sentiment behind it, what you have for yourself there is a problem. Fuck all that noise.

As for me, I got one those tungsten carbide bands. It is likely -- nay, inevitable -- that I would destroy a silver/gold/platinum/whatever ring in short order.

And then I bought that bitch a motorcycle. Bitches love motorcycles.