Exactly the same with me… 'cept that I’m male… and there’s a girl I like atm but my shyness isn’t the problem, since I told her. 
The big lump of land north of you. Where everyone makes a little less money, but is a little more polite.
Bwhahahaha! I glow in the dark or am lobster red. Tan? What’s “Tan”?
Finally! Honesty!
What I don’t miss:
-Her lack of communication. If you don’t want to do something, say so. If you do want to do something, say so. If you say something, mean it. It hurts me a lot more to later on figure out what it was you didn’t tell me than for you to just come out and tell me.
-Her grumpiness in the morning
-The fact that the only way she could fall asleep was by rolling away from me and curling up in a ball, which always, no matter how much snuggling preceded it, felt kind of like a rejection
What I miss:
-Lots of things, many of them already mentioned on this thread, but mainly, how happy her smile made me
-Also, the feeling of anticipation when I was off doing something alone (like playing Softball) knowing that I would soon get to see her
PS: I hope I’m not the only person clicking on the profile of everyone of the relevant gender and orientation and hoping that they are within 7 years-of-age and 50 miles of me… which they never are. Which is frustrating, because I figure I should be a hot commodity… there are so few single nerdy men in the Silicon Valley area, right? So I should just be snapped up, right? 
Thanks y’all. Even though this got me thinking about what I do miss as much as what I don’t miss, it’s been fun.
And best of all, despite thinking about what I do miss, I didn’t call dorkboy the ex BF. Which is always a good thing.
My apologies on my misspelling your name. It shall not happen again and I will now go outside and flog myself with the cat o’ nine tails in repentence. Incidentally, it’s nice to know there are others in the world with a sense of humor. In my daily life I sometimes fear I’m the last one left.
FWIW, the “five perfect nights” I mentioned in my OP were spread over three weeks, something else I see I neglected to mention. Communication is my middle name. But JCommunicationBirdman12 was too long of a screen name.
My only relationship so far was a long-distance one: she lived halfway across the country. So although it lasted five months, we only spent about ten days together in all.
I don’t miss:
- Worrying about what to get her for Valentine’s Day.
- Having to make airline reservations two months in advance.
- Having to constantly reassure her via email and ICQ of her true beauty.
- Trying to bolster her self-worth when she got into one of her depressive moods.
(actually we remain friends, so I still do the latter two, but since we’re no longer a couple I don’t feel as burdened by expectations.)
- Trying to fall in love with her the same way she loved me, and feeling guilty and ashamed that I couldn’t.
I do miss:
- Touching, holding hands, lying curled up beside her in bed watching TV . . .
- The excitement of looking forward to our next visit, her showing me around her hometown and me likewise.
- The thrill of the early days, telling each other all about ourselves, finding out our similarities and differences.
- The sheer unadulterated ego boost of: After 32 long years, somebody actually LIKES ME THAT WAY!!!
I don’t miss having to listen to crappy boy bands.
I sure as hell don’t miss having sex to the sounds of Westlife’s latest album.
::shudder::