Is that what you call it? Because I was thinking of another word.

You have got to go over and read this over at Chez Miscarriage. If you don't laugh, it's because you've had the good fortune to never date a guy like that.

But I bet you'll laugh.

After reading it, I just had to come back here and share a tidbit about the guy I wrote about here, (the one I was engaged to, not the husband.) He was just like the kind of guy she describes, all sensitive and understanding, disgusted with the behavior of other men, awed at feminine wisdom and strength.

Yeah, right.

To really grasp the full humor of what happened, you have to know that both the ex and I were members of a church that teaches sexual abstinence until marriage. (I still am. I don't know what's happening in his life.) So even though we were engaged we weren't sleeping together. Unfortunately, as much as he claimed to believe in the importance of chastity and fidelity, his actions ... well, you can imagine.

My reaction to his cheating was understandable from a primal viewpoint, if not quite in line with my convictions. He slept with another woman? But I was the one he was engaged to! I was the one he was supposed to want to have sex with, not anyone else! Why her? Why not me?

I asked him that. His response was priceless, although much funnier a decade and a half later than it was at the time.

"Well, I respect you."