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By Kate Oliver Webb
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“LACK OF PLANNING ON YOUR PART DOES NOT CONSTITUTE AN EMERGENCY ON MY PART.”
Well, that’s putting it bluntly. I decided I just might like this woman.
She was…well, brown. She had on a brown herringbone suit, with a champagne-colored blouse underneath. Her hair and eyebrows were the same shade of walnut brown, and her eyes were a deep, deep chocolate. Her skin was a rich mocha; you know the shade a cup of strong coffee takes on when a nice heavy cream is poured into it.
I know most people would think all that brown would be depressing, and not at all attractive.
She wasn’t just attractive—she was gorgeous. She needed absolutely nothing in the way of exterior color to “gild the lily” as the old saying went.
“How can I help you?” she asked when I finally got her attention.
“I don’t think there’s any help for me,” I blurted.
I don’t know what got into me. I’m usually a fairly glib man, not one to become tongue-tied or awkward in the presence of God’s beautiful female creations. But there I was: no sooner had the thought hit my head than it was out of my mouth.
She responded with a peal of laughter, which I finally relaxed enough to join.
“Have a seat,” she pointed out the guest chair in front of her desk. I sat.
Her name was Ginny, and she was a buyer for a chain of jewelry stores. We had set this appointment so that I could show her the selection of brown diamonds we had available. The fact that Ginny herself was a study in brown amused me no end.
“So, how familiar are you with brown diamonds?” I asked, once the introductions were out of the way.
“Only what I read in the papers,” she replied with a grin.
I wondered how she happened to be in the jewelry business with that sense of humor; I had found most people in the business to be pretty serious-minded. I guessed it was having other people’s wealth passing through their hands day in and day out that caused them to take life a little more seriously than regular folks.
We discussed the discovery of the 755.5 carat brown diamond in South Africa which had recently captured the attention of the entire world. This “ugly duckling” rock originally dug out of the South African Premier Mine ultimately became the “Golden Jubilee,” a yellow-brown diamond in a fire rose cushion cut weighing 545.67 carats.
Following this event, a growing number of wealthy celebrities began choosing those loose stones in varying shades of brown to have set in ever more unique and costly arrangements of precious metals, thus proving a level of sophistication and wealth which is emulated by everyday people like you and me.
We spent another hour dealing with brown diamond business, and then I just couldn’t help myself.
I had checked out (as is my habit with beautiful and intriguing women) the third finger of her left hand, and when I found it bare, I said, “What would you say if I asked you to dinner this evening?”
“I would say Yes,” she answered immediately, which surprised me. After all, we’d just met.
“You don’t know a thing about me,” I said to her. “What if I’m a fortune-hunter and I plan to pursue you until I talk you out of your millions?”
“First of all,” she replied, looking me up and down, “I noticed you’re wearing an American flag lapel pin. Any man who is unabashedly patriotic just makes me smile. And,” she motioned for me to stand up, “you’re tall, dark and, well, fairly comfortable-looking. Besides, you sell brown diamonds.”
She was obviously walking me to the door; the appointment was over. Tucking her business card in my suit’s handkerchief pocket, she spoke again.
“I looked you up on the Internet when I made this appointment,” she said. “I’m always careful with that. And when I discovered your ‘other job’ is the new Assistant Pastor of the very church I attend, I figured it would be safe enough to have dinner with you, and hoped you’d ask.”
I loved her smile, and her forthrightness.
With my hand on her doorknob, I asked one final question: “So, what’s your favorite diamond?”
“Blue,” she answered, flashing her dimples at me.
Brown diamond information provided by wikipedia.com.
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Some of it seemed a bit predictable, and I'm not sure that I understand the significance of the "Blue" at the end.
Your description of the "brown" gal are very well done.
I,too,don't understand the symbolism of the blue diamonds.
I like the description of the woman.
I also got the feeling that the "blue" answer was a peek that there was more to her than meets the eye. Lovely story.