Do you ever wonder about your exes? Since I’m a relatively young man, and not a complete and total whore, I technically only have two ex-boyfriends.

Is two exes a lot for my age? Is it very few? How does one judge these things?

I don’t know what it is lately, but last post I was pondering my “old” age and now here I am thinking about my past… flings. Do you sense a trend here? I am uncomfortably nostalgic lately, and I’m not sure that’s good.

I’m always curious about my first boyfriend, Tim, because he dumped my ass and broke my heart (though now I’m glad—isn’t that the way firsts are?). I always wonder who he ended up with, if anyone.

The other boyfriend, Lionel, is a little more complicated. Sometimes I feel like he’s the cliched “one that got away.” I thought he was beautiful, brilliant, and absolutely amazing. I was very much in love with him, or at least as in love as I could be at 20 years old. As far as I know, he felt the same for me. But, Lio was an international student at the University of Utah, where I was also in school, and six months after we met, his student visa expired and the INS made him go back to Europe.

God bless the good ol’ U.S.A…