Did you ever read a book called "Jane Emily"? It was a young adult mystery and scared the bejeezus out of me. I remember one particular Juvenile Fiction book in which the heroine had one "good" sweater that she carefully folded after wearing to school every two weeks. I was fascinated with the idea of having that kind of fancy clothes. I was just happy to have a new pair of jeans, but I grew up in the steel mill 80s. Of course, she got the boy. He put his ring on her finger at the school outside movie. Of course, he didn't *ask* her if she wanted the ring or anything, but heck ....