Why You Should Trust...But With Caution

I'm going to try this again, only this isn't quite as light a topic as women's underwear (still surprised how many responses I got from that. Never know women were so passionate about their underwear!)

I happened to post a response to that article about women who say they use birth control when they really don't in order to have a baby. I posted about a real-life event which happened to me in which the woman I was with said she was taking birth-control pills but really wasn't. Long story short, I got a vasectomy and their was no baby and she and I went our separate ways. So, my reason for writing this, I was somewhat taken aback when a guy's response to this was "yes, you just can't trust any woman!" That certainly was not my intent, I merely wanted to share what happened to me and advise to use caution and make sure you know that person VERY well before taking that step. I don't advocate not trusting 51% of the population.

So here's the REAL gist of why I share this. It's something I still have a difficult time discussing at times. It wasn't too long after that experience (maybe three or four months) that I met a woman while hiking with a group of my friends when I lived in Oregon for a while. It turned out that we both were born in the same city (St. Louis), and had moved to Portland for work. We hit it off instantly and I got her number and called her and we went out. I was quite surprised when she told me she initially was considering not going out with me because she was 44 (I was 28 at the time). I didn't think she was even in her mid 30's, let alone 44! But, in any case we continued to see each other more frequently and we eventually moved in together, and actually were together for over two years, and I would have to say without hesitation two of the best years of my life. She was unlike any woman I had ever met, she actually "got" me and quirks such as being a neat freak and loving to do things like cooking and cleaning and such. Well, that all came to a crashing and very sad end when she was diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer.

So, my point here is after the experience I had I could have chosen to stick my head in the sand and blame every woman. Of course, if I had done that I would have probably never met her and I would have missed out on a truly amazing relationship. I am definitely not for marrying, however I would have married this woman in a heartbeat. In fact, I did pick out a ring but obviously never happened. You shouldn't let a bad experience mar your chances of possibly meeting someone who could change your life. I know this is the stuff of fairy tales and Disney, but it really did happen to me.

So, end of mushy stories, now onto something else! What a woman's bra color says about her personality perhaps?