I guess I'm a fixer-upper. The previous occupant of my heart didn't take very good care of the place so I need a little work. No I'm not that screwed up, not on any medication, and don't need any. I have a huge capacity for love and caring I just don't want to be a "Support System" or "Primary Care Giver" unless it's for my daughter who I adore! Now if you are the less than 1% of the women who continued reading to this point, know that I am nice, decent guy who got hurt. I'm not jaded or bitter, I'm just a little cautious.