Do I have a sign on my forehead that says "freak magnet?"

It seems like I've attracted all kinds of me over the years, some good, some bad, very bad.  Examples of the bad and very bad range from the extreme mamas boy to the pathological liar, to my personal favorite (and current headache) the commitment-phobe.

Why can't I meet a nice, stable, handsome, successful guy who can appreciate a good thing when he has it?

Am I really destined to keep going through the circus of freaks for the rest of my life?

Oh Lord help me....