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I believe in full disclosure, but it's got to be apropos. Like, don't just look up from your newspaper some morning while your honey's eating her cereal and be like, "so did I ever tell you that when I was at camp one summer my whole cabin had a circle-jerk?"
Also, I while I tell my GFs anything they ask, and don't hide anything from them, I respect it if someone's different. My only rule is, "you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, just don't ever lie to me." One of my friends in high school had the misfortune of asking his girl if she'd ever gone down on other guys. Rather than just saying she didn't feel comfortable answering that question, she told him no. He found out a couple of months later that she'd lied by virtue of an acquaintance casually letting drop that she had once, at a post-game party, gone down on the entire playing lineup of the basketball team, in succession, complete with teabaggings and a couple of round-the-worlds, in front of the entire team, the cheerleaders, and most of the rest of the pep squad. I've never been lied to quite that dramatically, but it's still a dealbreaker with me.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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