leaving the forrest
Today I tacitly broke up with Lory (or, more accurately, vice versa), leaving me with a girth of energy the likes of which explains this rare assay into the world of livejournaling. She was very lax about the whole business to begin with, and wasn't interested in the long-distance jazz which would inevitably ensue following my excursion back to Orlando on Wednesday. Despite how much my lack of female attention used to bother me, the fact that I never had any relationships until this summer sort of lends an impetus to the whole deal that shades the experience with a different color. Maybe it's just the egotism of the present me (an immutable principle, in my experience), but I don't feel like I really would've appreciated the ordeal as thoroughly in my younger days, since in the past romance would've been more discovery than appreciation. At any rate, I don't regret this past month in the slightest. Was it slow-paced? Yes. Was it noncommittal? Sure. I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat, though. Our relationship was enjoyable and easygoing enough to grant me the confidence and the appetite to pursue future, more serious, relationships. Furthermore, the immediacy of the transition from home back to college effectively establishes a new frontier in this regard, one which I fully intend to explore. My older days of emotionally distant woman-worshipping are at an overdue end. I look forward to wooing and winning the heart of a gorgeous young lady this coming school year, chance permitting.