I was married in 1986. He wanted to buy a house together in 1985, and I told him I didn't want to "live in sin" (but all I REALLY wanted protection of the law in the event that the relationship failed!) so he said something like "I guess we gotta get married, then." Then we went to a jewelers to pick out the ring and he opened a credit account to pay for it on monthly installments. Guess who ended up making the payments 'cause he didn't have enough money??
Divorced in 1996. The ring thing being just the tip of the iceberg...
And so noone has ever REALLY proposed to me...sniff sniff...
IF, by some great stroke of temporary insanity I actually WANT to get married again, I don't want a fancy ring – I'd rather have a new saddle! (Hey, that's symbolic of a close relationship isn't it?)