What Size Ring is my Girlfriend?

I have been working at a jewelry kiosk for the past two weeks and I have been enjoying being back in the retail world - except when people mistaken me for an information station, which I stress, I am not, but I will not get into that right at the moment!  I love rings and I am selling them, so it is a win-win situation for me!  My new pitch should be, "Simon's is that way - do you want to buy a ring or two from me now?"

So, a very tall and imposing gentleman walked up to me today and came a little too close for my liking while I was on the other side of the viewing cases.  I was mindlessly placing the rings back into the semblance of order and his coming up from behind me had surprised me - I, as a result, backed up.  He then tried again, but this time he whispered, glancing in the direction of a woman's retreating back, "You see that girl?  I'm gonna marry her."  He then grinned at me as wide as his lips would allow him to and his deep, soil-colored eyes twinkled like stars.  "Could you tell me her ring size?"

I, as a woman I can only presume, became super excited and very giddy at this prospect;  of course, it does not help that I am also a hopeless romantic, which means that I am a complete sucker and I am miserably foolish in matters of love and romance.  At this point, I was also wondering what sort of ring size magical voodoo he wanted me to perform, seeing as his girlfriend was walking away from us and, I am pretty good, but without my glasses and without her being close enough to even see her hands, how could I possibly tell him her ring size?

I bit my tongue in order to restrain the sarcastic remark that wished to escape the confines of my mouth and told him simply that I needed her to try on at least one display ring in order to help him.

So, he called her over and I began my sales pitch, as a matter of appearance, to this young woman who seemed more interested in walking away than listening to me describe the fantastic rings right in front of her nose.  I made up some excuse about how her boyfriend wanted to surprise her for Christmas, but that he needed my help to find out the size of the rings that should go on her finger - and she did not give two cents about anything I was saying, she was just humoring me and her boyfriend, who was letting me do my thing.

However, when I casually asked her how long the two of them had been dating, her eyes had lit up in the same manner his had become alive when he had revealed to me his New Year's plan to ask her to be his wife.  A contented smile also played on her plump lips as she continued to look at the ring that she had picked out to try on - conveniently enough, on her ring finger.

She walked away soon after while her man sidled up to me and asked me, as quietly and as discreetly as he could, what size would fit his beloved's significant finger.  I told him, wished him luck and he winked at me as he walked away to join his potentially future wife.

Ahhh... love!  Such a joy to participate in when it is happening in front of you and to other people, yet so complicated when you're the one smack in the middle of it.