I'm only six months in so you can ignore it as honeymoonish rose tinted glasses but wankstainwasher there are good ones out there! Didn't really think I'd find anyone nice after separating from my husband and a brief disastrous emotionally abusive relationship with a sociopath that I thought would be as good as I could expect.
The I met this fabulous chap on OLD, chatted to him a while then took myself for a weekend break in his home city so I could take him out for a drink, hoping to Christ that this wonderfully warm and cynically funny, intelligent, interesting man was genuine.
He was. He was also tall, handsome, delightfully beardy, incredibly easy to talk to and had had the good grace to pre plan where he was going to dump my body parts after he murdered me, as my sister fully expected him to (it was thankfully somewhere picturesque, who wants the bag of their seeping entrails to be dumped somewhere ugly??)
I finally got round to kissing him properly on our second date, and not only was he very good at that, he pulled me in and smoothed my hair before safely entrusting me to a taxi driver. That kind of sold it for me.
He has carried on being quite wonderful, and funny, he's also incredibly supportive and talks a remarkable amount of sense. He not only puts up with my stupid health condition but understands it, and takes care of me, he has rebuilt my shattered self esteem and made me feel strong and capable and worthy again. He's also terrific in bed and has the most gorgeous hairy chest that I like to snuggle my face into 
He is, frankly, fucking fabulous, and I love him. I should probably get around to telling him that sometime soon.