Nostalgia

I spent last week attempting to help stain a friend's cabin up in North Park, CO and for those of you that don't know the area, winter has pretty much already started. So, I got paid 12.50 an hour to stand around and wait for the snow to stop and the temp to rise.
I digress.
I drove from here, a few miles south of the Wyoming border, down an hour and a half to Kremmling, where my good friend Kevin lives/works for the time being. We had a good time tearing it up Friday night, and spent the majority of Saturday horseback. In this day and a half-ish, our conversation topics and locations spanned from the reasons we've punched each other in the last year to telling stories sitting in the rafters of an old grain-silo-turned-stairwell.
Driving home after this wonderful respite from my dull home life, (I always do my best thinking behind the wheel,) my mind turned, like usual, to my rather fitful relationship with women. Not just women in general, but those I've attempted to date/keep close friendships with. (These are strictly offline relationships, not spanning the wires of the internet.) It occurred to me beyond the scope of my usual 'love hate' attitude, those women I've allowed closest to me have been those who have hurt me the worst. I allowed myself to dwell on this idea for a few moments, and reflected it against the chrome lined realm of my close guy friends. Of all the time I've spent next to a campfire, passing a bottle of Dickel or Jameson around, I look back on those times with nothing but warmth and camaraderie.
Looking back on my time spent with women, romantic or friendly, I see the highest of highs, and the absolute lowest of lows. Women have given me the greatest joys of life, only to turn around and (intentionally or not,) cause me to fall from heights reserved for a raindrop.
I'm interested in your thoughts on my reflections.