As part of the ongoing preview on CrazySingleLife, we’re going to introduce some of the dating stars before the site launches. Each dater on CSL will have an alias derived from a color. They also have to write two posts before they start dating, an introduction post and a Mr./Ms. Right post. The introduction post is meant as a description of themselves, but not like height, age, occupation. It’s more a window into their soul and the journey that their heart has been on. The second post is an open letter to the future Mr./Ms. Right so that he or she will know to come calling on our daters.

The following except is from the introductory letter of Tenne, one of the two male bloggers for CSL. On Tuesday, you will meet Cerulean and on Wednesday you will meet Steel. Enjoy!

I hear this quote quite often, “It’s better to love and lost then to never love at all.” That phrase and I do not see eye to eye. While the highs of love bring great elation, the breakups bring indescribable pain far greater than any mortal wound. I am desperately afraid of being heartbroken, but I fear even more the thought of growing old alone. My life would be empty without having a family. I yearn to be a father, though I often wonder if I can be a good one. I was raised by an amazingly loving and supportive family. Because of that, I’m not afraid of commitment. I seek it out.

It’s common in this big apple city for daters to be in multiple relationships. Having grown up in a suburban town, I can’t fathom how that could work. I could spend a lifetime with someone and not know them completely. It’s that aspect of relationship that I crave most; that and having someone to share your life with.

My first experience with love happened junior year of high school. To me she was the most beautiful girl in my entire school. I never asked her out, we just one day knew we were dating. It was like a warmness radiated from her enveloping me. From then I just knew I loved her. I couldn’t stop smiling for weeks when that happened. She was my first everything. Then she graduated one year ahead of me. Found someone else in college. It took about a year to get over that one.

This is only half of the letter. Read the rest when CrazySingleLife launches this week!