Maybe a treat like a ticket to a play or concert,” writes one of my friends.“I will take the diamond. I’m fine with that,” says another.“If you actually like the person, something small and fitting their personality (just to show that you’ve been paying attention) is fine virtually right away. “Like, oh I picked this up in the midst of several much more pressing errands and didn’t even bother to brush my hair because I’m effortlessly perfect, hope you like it, wish I’d had a moment to wrap the thing, but you know how it is.”“Honey,” my mother says, “that’s really stupid.”“You’re not the boss of me.” I fold my arms.“Did I raise you to be this self-protective? You don't get a second chance to make a first impression, and neither does the first gift you give a significant other.
” My father pours coffee.“If I buy it, it’ll mean I care.”“You do care.” My mother looks at me over her reading glasses.“Well, I don’t want you-know-who to know that! ” My mother sets down her i Phone, clearly resigned to the fact that Words with Friends will have to wait.“Yes.”“For how long now? ” My father leaves the room.“It is perfectly acceptable to buy the person you’re dating a Christmas present after five months,” my mother says.“It would be fucked up if you didn’t!Resist the urge to put lots of heart decorations and "I love you" all over something you make," warns .