I discovered something about myself beyond my being in the mood for preppy punk rock.
What I need is generous margins. I need not to cut things so close that I am falling off the page. I need room to breath. I need to know that with one false move, the bottom will not drop out. I can be messy and complicated. I can also be precise, but when I am, consider it an indicator of serious problems. It's not good. It is how I manage the unmanageable.
I have been building this extra room in my life, and now I am finally ready to meet someone. Whoever it is will have to be the kind of guy that allows for space, wide and open.