This has, in general, been the course of my love life. I get excited about the prospect of someone and it falling apart. I have grown accustomed to it... as Bane would say I was born in it, molded by it. I have finally come to a point in my life where I can barely be bothered. Thanks to the interwebs my wanderlust and my general lack of attraction to and for modern westernized women I tend to find girls who interest me either abroad but on the rare occasion I find one within the +1 country code.