Just a warning to all men in my future: I come with accessories. No, they're not your typical female-type shoe collections or extensive makeup cases, although I do own both. And it's definitely not limited to the usual past relationship emotional baggage (which I also happen to have). I actually come fully equipped with an arsenal of doctors, a bevy of prescriptions, and the flex spending account to prove it. My diabetes is going to be the red-headed stepchild in our relationship. You're going to have moments where you hate it for how frustrated it makes me. You're really going to dislike how...