I was worried about all the wrong things, apparently. As WG and I approached the doors of our first jewelry store together, I was reciting in my head words to ensure that he would not be sent into a tailspin four seconds in the door. I was worried that he'd die of a heart attack on the spot from sticker shock. I was concerned that he might find my tastes in rings to be hideous. I stressed over how he might react to pushy salespeople. I took deep breaths, and walked in ready to guard him, and protect him from all evils that make men loathe jewelry shopping.
We were immediately greeted at the door by two very eager saleswomen. I swear I even held my arm out in a "back off!" gesture while I quickly clarified that we were only browsing, and we had only just begun, hoping to clue them in to the idea that we would NOT be leaving with carats in our pockets.
The woman nodded and tried to lure us in with beverages. "Can I get you something to drink? Water? Cappuccino?" I politely declined, but thinking that WG might certainly enjoy this process more if he had a delicious cappuccino in hand, I turned to him as the saleswoman inquired if she could get him anything.
To which, WG retorted, "Oh, we aren't together!"
I think the saleswoman was pretty well filled in that we weren't going to be purchasing anything that evening.