You messaged me on March 26. I read it the next morning at work, my iPod ironically blasting Danzig, and I added you to my Likes so I could answer later... but then you disappeared. Your profile was unlike anything I'd ever read; dark and raw -- 18 years clean, fan of the occult, into BDSM. You had a photo of yourself next to a statue of satan. I honestly might not be the right match for you, but the mystery keeps me wondering.