At 24 I collect several marriage proposals, all from individuals who are too lazy to buy a ring. One nearly gives me Chlamydia, claims I am not present enough, suggests drugs. Rubs my back and brings me pasta. Two – forgets birthdays, claims he wants to drink my blood, cheats. Doesn’t want me to change. Three; describes depression as self pity, lashes out verbally, dislikes LGBTQ. Loaded.