We’d been dating for 3 years. She got along with my friends, family, and dog. She was beautiful, smart, and savvy. I began to wonder what I’d been waiting for.

I took her out to the fanciest restaurant in town. In between supper and dessert, I held my breath, and a small velvet box, the kind of box that could only hold an engagement ring. I put it in front of her, mentally rehearsing my speech.

“Oh my God!” She squealed. Good, maybe I won’t have to ask. “I got a great deal on this outfit at T.J. Maxx. The entire thing was $99!”

I was stunned, to say the least. I opened the box and the violinists began to play.

“I’ve got to call Mom!” Meg squealed. She took out her cell phone, and I heard her telling her mother about the outfit, but not the ring. After they said goodbye, I got Meg’s attention.

“I’m glad you like T.J. Maxx so much,” I began, “because that’s where I bought this.” I presented her with the ring. “Will you marry me?”

I still don’t understand why she was so upset.