I love music and art. I admire wisdom. Nothing is more attractive than someone who can have an intelligent conversation. I regard science as fact, and consider faith for people who have nothing else to get them through their day. I respect women almost to the point of awe. I think my mother was a saint. I put my trust in people wholeheartedly until proven otherwise. I fall in love too quickly and too hard. I find a woman who can quote Bob Dylan and Joe Strummer far sexier than one who could be a model. I stick by the Cubs through thick and thin. I'd rather spend a night listening to old jazz records than at some club. I'm overly sensitive. I'm scared of spiders. I love my son more than I could have ever imagined loving anything. I'd rather be in the company of a good dog than 90% of the people I've ever met.

My self esteem is based entirely too much on what others think. Rejection makes me descend down the spiral of depression that I succumb to way too often. Instead of trying to change the things that make me who I am, I need to embrace them and make myself happy. I need to find someone who appreciates all of the above and hopefully shares some of the same. And if I never do? Better to be alone as myself than compromise what I hold dear.