What leaps out at me about this, Jason, as I find myself once again in the choppy waters of online dating, is that this is precisely the (mental) illness which informs the perpetual search for The One, That PERFECT Person, who will forever make things so GREAT for me. Balderdash. Sells a lot of candy, flowers and bullshit. And divorces, for that matter.
I love your honesty. A clear eye can be hell on wheels, but better than than the obfuscation most of us find ourselves wallowing in.