Honeycombs

So I wake up at three a.m. to take a early morning bathroom break.  I know that his phone died so I decide to check my Facebook.  Of course I had gone on a huge rant before bed about him and his past and most of that stemmed from some Bimbo comment on his picture.  It was absolutely stupid.
But anyways, back on track.  I had a single message and it was pretty basic:
"hey question for yea, what kinda style of ring would you wear?"
SAY WHAT!? 
I of course had to keep my cool so I tried to keep my reply casual.  He had joked about proposing in the past with an onion ring he would boil up himself.  Such a romantic.
My first reply was joking a bit:
"Ring? Not onion... too greasy."
Then I became serious and had to try not to start sending him pictures of this gorgeous ring I had seen the other day...
"But seriously. Ummm. My grad ring was like yours only smaller and I found that although it looked good it was a bit too chunky for me. Like really... I have tiny hands.
I guess simple but elegant? Sort of classic.. Does that make sense? White over yellow just because I like the look of it. Lol."
This morning he tells me to send him some pictures.  I sent him four.  Two had diamonds in them and I know he has issues with the morality of diamonds but I figure he can change the stone.  The other two had emeralds.  All were white gold.  They were all super simple but super gorgeous.
Can I apologize enough for my freak out yesterday?