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I have been happily married for quite a while now. Oh how the years fly by. And yet I can remember the dress my wife was wearing on that eventful evening at about 8 pm about 20 years ago, when I proposed to her. (I even remember the song that was playing on the music system at the restaurant).

It was a flowery red dress that she did not like much herself. In fact she gave it away to somebody she did not care for much a few years after we were married. Despite the fact that she knew I liked it so much.

Red is no doubt her color although she still looks good in half a dozen other colors.
Over the years, my dear wife has not taken my advice too seriously where clothes are concerned. Recently she has started paying more attention, don't ask me why, I guess all relationships and marriages pass through these phases, and I guess that this is yet another phase our relationship / marriage is passing through.

I even remember the dress the girl friend I had immediately before my wife came along used to wear to all her successful job interviews... and dates. It was also red with black patches on the shoulder pads. But red was not that particular girls' best color. Yellow was. I think the special red dress just had some special magic that ensured success whenever she had a serious appointment.

Here I have given you enough hints as to why I broke up with that particular girl. In case you have not guessed it, she was a gold digger. Still loved her to bits although I knew marriage would never work.

Maybe I am some sort of psycho, I don't know, I just remember clothes and their colors and I attach them to incidents and times of my life.

Yeah, yeah, I can hear you complain that men are not supposed to remember such stuff. And I believe you are right, so where does that leave me? Am I some sort of psycho or abnormal man to remember colors and dresses?

Just like people listen to music and they remember a certain time in their lives and stuff they were doing then. I think of clothes and especially their color and I remember a certain time in my life and stuff that I was doing then.

But let me continue to pour out my heart since you seem to enjoy it so much.

The first girl I ever fell in love with loved the color purple. A certain light shade of it suited her very well and I still remember her shy smile. I never said a word to her, ever. We were both in the fifth grade.

The next girl I lost my marbles over didn't know how to dress, but the color she looked best in was no doubt cyan. (That's a certain shade of light blue).

The woman whom I loved most in my entire life but lost forever when she sailed (oops I mean jetted out) to a far away country and got married to somebody else, loved the color purple. And I have to agree that it suited her well.

I still remember the dress she was wearing when we said our last tearful goodbyes. Mercifully it was not that purple. It wasn’t purple at all. I say mercifully because it would have made the whole last goodbye scenario more difficult for me if you get my drift.

I think ladies should pay more attention to the colors that suite them best. They do make a huge difference. And I think the best person to ask is your spouse and a couple of guys in the office. I believe democracy will give you the truth here, although not in all cases. Plenty of folks have problems with their colors and I suspect many are partially color blind without them ever suspecting or knowing it.

Good luck all the same.