I didn't like the person I saw in the mirror. My eyes were baggy with dark shadows underneath. The once bright green of my irises had faded to a dull, sickly color. The whites were now yellow, the blood vessels prominent. My skin sagged off my bones and had a yellowish tinge to it. Where I had once had a slim, toned figure, I was now nothing more than a sack of skin stretched taut over a skeleton.
Sometime around the beginning of December, 2015, I received a Facebook message from Kelly, a woman whom I had dated back in 2011. We had started dating after Valentine's Day of that year and continued until the end of August, when she moved away to continue her education. After trying the long distance thing until the end of the year, we met up one last time and decided it was in both of our best interests if we just moved on. It broke my heart to do so, but I loved her enough to know that letting her go would be much better for her than trying to string things along.
When I started college back in 2008, I was very shy. I didn't know how to talk to women and just seemed to freeze up every time I tried. Well, as they say, practice makes perfect. After about a year and with the help of copious amounts of alcohol, I was practically a social butterfly. Some would even say that in my interactions with the opposite sex, I was a bit of a whore. I wasn't too worried about being labeled as such though. As a young man it's much easier to get away with sexual promiscuity than it is for a woman. Also, I was very much enjoying the newfound female attention I was getting.