Blarg

I find myself yearning for the comforts I once knew so well; a tender touch, a gentle kiss, warm arms to be held in, and a soft body to hold.

It is coming up on six months since I have embraced a woman, and I find myself growing sentimental again. Valentine's Day certainly did not help this at all; an ex more or less taunting me for the evening while I sat alone in the dark, ruminating. I am not nearly a dark enough person these days to be doing this.

Finding women is harder than I remember. I suppose in High school there was a large pool to draw from at any time; I was surrounded by women, in a literal sense, and was around there for some eight hours at a time.

Now I have little interaction with new people; no parties, no clubs, no bars. Just old friends with whom I've already had romance, or with whom romance has never been an option.

I am growing stagnant, I suppose. And if I am to join the millitary, it is probably for the best that I do not draw at a woman's heart before being sent off to a foreign land.



An that's enough self pity for now. =D