haha JJ knows me well enough by now...
if I were still in my 20s, I'd want a classic cut platinum rock from Tiffany, etc... I had that and gave it back.
Now in my 30s? I'd take a Cheetos ring. The material things seem silly after awhile - and after watching your mom get buried in a ring that could feed many disadvantaged children. That stuff means nothing now.
I'd just settle for a really awesome guy who lets me gamble, will talk to me about a lot of different stuff, spend a Sunday in some cheesy sportsbar eating wings, drinking beer and listening to me scream at a football screen, TEACH ME THINGS, will compliment me once in a while when I put lippy on and most importantly treats my son like a champ. Not like his dad but just like the cool little muffin that he is. Oh and won't get scared off because I might be ok financially and/or want to travel. Unfortunately there are a ton of those in Aussie land but I'm leaving so maybe/maybe not I'll find him the next place I go. Either way, it's all good