I was in deep reflection today on the experience I had the night I lost my virginity. It occurred to me that I made out with two girls that night. The other one was the sister of the one I ended up banging. I remember said sister's boyfriend telling me she was off limits, but he went away and she insisted I make out with her.
The conclusion I drew was that it messed me up, because it was the summer before I started college. I took it as such a milestone that I lacked the real drive to pursue women during freshman year of college that I didn't leave my room and only started dating when I was a sophomore.
I proceeded to have a one-month, then a two-year, then a 2-week relationship up till now. I now realize that because of the way my life went since I started having sex with women was that I now see life as this: I do what I want to do with my life, but I need a relationship there in place so I can truly focus on what I do for myself. It's almost like my ideal lifestyle is to do academic stuff all day, come home and have sex, then rinse & repeat. I'm fucked up. The woman part of that life is now gone, and I'm in a funk and it's a fucking distraction. Goddammit.