Love is on my mind

It's pathetic, really, but there it is. I haven't been obviously, outgoingly, unabashedly loved by a man in two and a half years, and I miss it. I miss knowing that there is someone out there who thinks I'm the hottest, funniest, sexiest, smartest, coolest woman on the planet. I miss having someone to talk to every night before I go to sleep. I miss having someone else's body at my disposal to do with as I please, whenever I please. I miss loving someone and buying them little things for no reason and leaving silly notes in their pants pockets for them to find randomly during the day. I miss having a best friend who gives me orgasms and makes me laugh and feel all warm and squishy inside.

I'm thinking about love, and the kinds of love I've been in in my life. So I'm going to chronicle them here. I'm going to keep this about men I've loved, because if I started about the love I have for my son or my friends or my family, I'd go on forever. I think I want to just go through and tell the stories of the loves I've had one by one, just to get them out of my head and on "paper" so that I can look at them a little more objectively. I'm also not going to put down high school "loves" because, as dramatic as they were, they weren't anything more than hormone charged craziness with no actual impact on my life as an adult.

So, here goes. The Chronicles of J's Ridiculous Love Life.