I don't see why it bothers you so much. No one seems to care about what you do or say anyway, only because you're handsome.
I want to have dinner with the person who understands-- I don't know. You seem to be okay with telling perfect strangers I'm obsessed with you and are asking for the sun and the moon and monogamy and marriage, when you have no idea what I want or who I am. Surely you wouldn't want to spend time with someone so demanding of you.