Let me start off by saying, I think I am a pretty good catch. I can carry a conversation. I don't cheat. I can be fun. Ok, now let me continue.


Ok. I am sometimes psycho. My neuroses could fill a book. I have these weird, manic "mood swings" out of nowhere.. sometimes once a year.. other times once a week. My emotional baggage is a set of Louis Vutton bags I tote everywhere and plan on keeping. I always have "something" going on.. some project I am working on. I can be sometimes bluntly honest, which can be extremely complimentary or horridly mean, neither do I ever intend.

I know most people are broken. I think I am a good date. Casual romance, or even a lot of fun in the "getting to know you" stage. The real relationship stage though, is a real challenge.

It is kind of like being on a thrill ride. Extreme ups and downs. I am impossible to read. I can't even read myself. I do things, and I don't know why. I usually like to curl up while in bed with my boyfriend, but sometimes I just shy away. I guess I can be very distant without meaning to. He says that when he touches my face, I shy away. Or that I appear stiff and uncomfortable sometimes when he touches me. Then poof.. after a weird crying fit, where I my mood goes from suicidal, to hysterical, I go for a walk.. come back in crying.. all the while telling him I need my space, and that I can't at the time voice what is wrong.. turn around to embrace him.. and wind up initiating rough, very physical, mind-blowing sex.

I do not believe in solving holes in a relationship, or trying to patch up arguments by substituting sex. We talk about how I was feeling, and why I felt that way. We are two of the most introspective people that I know. We both love to talk, and listen to each other.