I don't usually get depressed when I'm falling in love. It's like hypomania all the time with no looming downside. I have, at times, sabotaged completely lovely relationships for no easily discernible reason only to later conclude that I was practicing pre-jection (wherein one applies the pre-emptive strike logic to interpersonal relationshps).

When love is old (after the falling part), it definitely keeps me from considering crossing over into the next world as a viable option.

That's a plus. I always do better when I am in a loving relationship.

Unfortunately, I tend to fall for men who are fabulously wrong for me. So much so, that I wonder what a man who is "right" for me would be like. At this point I'm looking more at a list of excluding characteristics. That's only as far as I've gotten in my thinking on this issue.