A bunch of stuff has happened since I got back state-side. If you read this blog with any regularity, you probably know me well enough to know that Jimmy and I recently broke up. I think it's been a couple weeks now. To be as fair as possible, it wasn't nearly as traumatic as it could have been. It turns out that he just doesn't have time for me, which, while a harsh reality I wasn't quite prepared to face at the time, is a perfectly viable excuse to end a relationship.

Now, on to the craziness. Remember this?:

I've heard being single in one's late twenties can be a bit nerve-wracking, and he doesn't seem to have any romantic prospects on the immediate horizon. I mean, apparently he's been bitched out for flirting with me(?!) a few times before, but as attractive and wonderful as I think Ryan is, I'm happily involved with someone else right now, and that rumor is largely unfounded seeing as I'm about as flirtatious as a retarded 50-day-old puppy.

Uh, yeah. I guess I could have said it came out of nowhere but it really didn't. To realize and finally understand that the connection I have with him is of a mutually romantic nature is extremely comforting, and this past week has been amazing. He's been moving, so that's been a bit hectic, but he's somehow found the means and time to shower me with a lot of positive attention.

It's the shortest time I've spent single, and I'll probably need a lot more time to reflect on my relationship with Jimmy and its swift degradation. It's not a process I want to repeat, because as fickle as getting into another relationship this quickly makes me seem, I honestly thought for a while there that Jimmy and I were going to be a good stable pair for a long time -- and to have to come out of that kind of fog and realize that circumstances have completely changed around -- well, it can be more than a little nerve-wracking.

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