All She Really Wanted Was a Label Maker
“Is this what I think it is?” It was. A shiny thing from Cartier, one of the once unreachable choices a large paycheck can provide a guy looking to put a smile on his girlfriend’s face.
She wore it. She loved it. But, I knew her well enough to recognize the pang of disappointment pinching her lips and tilting her neck. And, after a long talk one night, I learned that she wasn’t kidding when she said that all she really wanted for her birthday was a label maker. Actually missed that one—way back on Valentine’s Day.
What girl wouldn’t want a shiny thing from Cartier? (I think it was called a love bracelet or something.) I gave her a strange look, “seriously, what do you want to do with a label maker?” Her big blue eyes lit up, “label things… all around the house!” Okay, label me: inattentive.
Never mind that I probably should have worried about the symbolism or psychology behind her wanting to literally label things (and what that meant for us), I bought her the label maker. Honestly, I’m still a bit disturbed about how much giggling a twenty-three year old girl can do while printing stickers. Maybe during the time I had spent growing up to become a thirty-two year old Wall Street Banker who constantly works to afford more and more choices, I lost all perspective about them.