Let me preface all this with one thing, and I only ask you at least read it through: I'm not your prince charming. Please don't misunderstand - I'm not some pickup artist or 'redpiller' here trying to play the cool bad guy angle on you. I'm not some quasi-mythical bad boy archetype stepping out of the ether, all swagger and confidence and smoldering eyes. It certainly doesn't mean I'm coming at you like a slab of meat or a prey animal or a trophy. Indeed, there's no disrespect here - very much the opposite. You deserve to have it all laid out, raw like a bare wire spitting into the night. So, why am I not the one to sweep you off your feet? I'm not good for you. I'm polluted, toxic, taken: a real fucking mess. Plenty more, too, which I'll go into with the rest of all this.