I truly regret that my old gf(s) cannot be friends with me. As one of my therapists said once, my mind has a wonderful,"neurotic playground". I recall every unique thing about these two girls bodies. You can't go back, but I sure wish I could. No, going back wouldn't be it. It is a lateral move. I was dumb, but everyone had a lot of life to live. Sitting still wouldn't have worked and would have deprived everyone of victories and defeats. I will try to use one word for each GF.
1. Cherie - discovery
2. Lisa - trouble
3. Blennie - fantastic
4. BREAK
5. Cindy - waste

6. Sheree - ungrateful
7. BREAK
8. Darla- saved

There have been many who could have served well, Laura Riendeau, Amy Strellner & Robin Collins come to mind. All were different, but honorable. Others like Leslie were just wrong. She earns the title of Bitch.
Poor Jan Golden. I liked her but I didn't pass the Mean Girls exam. She got shot and killed by her husband. Guess I might have been a better choice. Janella  deserves a mention here, because even though  we weren't really a thing, she is one of the four girls who are now dead that I made out with. Leslie Adams completes that group.
Strange I find that when I was at my most physical perfection, twice, in HS as Fall Senior, and the Army, I had nothing. A couple of girls at parties. . .  And Tracy Richards, who WAS fun. Actually got through 6 months of Army to see her again.
This entry has been purely for my benefit. I lived through the 70's, 80's 90's  trying to get married. I succeeded in marrying someone who fucked my head up. I got to do that again.