Why not? I couldn't love anyone who couldn't accept me as am I, so why not just put all the shit out there for all to see? A net like that brings in far less fish, but at least you know those few fish, if you will pardon the silly metaphor, are there because they knows all your flaws but they're there because they other other things too. So... here it goes... *prepares to spew...

(Ahem)... I got baggage. Terrible childhood. Issues there that are still being resolved. A marriage that was based on lies, both hers and mine. Trauma. Horrible outcomes from really bad decisions. I have a touch of Asperger's and more than a touch of PTSD. I smoke a lot of weed and my once great memory, so noted by those who know me, has all but been blown apart. I was like a feral beast in my youth. Sleeping around. I did thing that, I'm so ashamed to say, turned out to be sexual harassment level stuff. The worst part of it is that at the time, I was just doing what all my friends did. I had no concept that my behavior was wrong. I was part of the problem. I know better now and regret all that, but it is nevertheless part of my past and there's no point in hiding it. I'm a hippie (see above comment on weed), very lazy in some respects, and, like most hippies, would rather sit around playing his guitar than be some career shmuck. I work, but just enough to get by. My heart is never in it. I don't care enough about money to spend my time doing things I don't really give a shit about. Oh and that's the other thing. HUGE red flag here. I don't really give a shit about other people. I look after myself and those I love and care for. Everyone else? Fuck no. There's no altruistic missionary here. I got enough to worry about surviving this bitch than helping you do it. If you're not part of my family or my spouse or my in-laws or whatever, and this shit hits the fan, fuck you. But yeah, massive curmudgeonly misanthrope here. Sort of like Dr. House without the brilliance. I had something close to brilliance once, long ago. I published several books, in another life, but I lacked the experience at that time to make them better than they are. I'm not really proud of those books. I meant what I said about the curmudgeon. And the misanthrope. I prefer my cat. I'm very anti-social and you'll find me at home 95% of the time, nursing my introverted hermit tendencies. I smoke cigars. Are you taking notes? Huge red flag there, right? God awful tobacco and whatnot. I don't want kids and I don't like kids. People, keep your kids away from other people. Not everyone finds them so fucking adorable. Anyone got some formula 86? I'm a man in some ways and just an eternal kid in other ways. I pace. I snore. I'm VERY grumpy in the morning. The hat put me in Slytherin (and like most Slytherins I long for my Hufflepuff). No surprises there. I'm a very Slytherin type of guy. Wouldn't have fought for the Dark Lord, though. I care about my own skin. There's a bit of a coward in here. Although I have my moments of bravery. But perhaps worst of all, perhaps my greatest sin and biggest red flag of all is that part of me, dysfunctional though I am, likes my dysfunction and prefers it there. I can be very codependent, for one thing. And I like it that way. IDGAS what anyone thinks of that. I'm needy. And I like my woman needy. And I'm not ashamed of it. But god, what a red flag. Some people lose their shit when they hear that. Fuck 'em.

So there. That's it.

Would I love a woman and treat her right and care for her and STAY and stay FAITHFUL? Yes.

But I come with all of that.