Harbor Lights and Honest Intentions

I've been back in the Stamford area for almost two years now after a messy split that drained me of any patience for games. I'm 33, I work in marketing, and I spend way too much money at the farmers market on Sundays. There's something about walking through Cummings Park at dusk that makes me feel like everything's going to be fine, even when it probably isn't. I'm not looking for a husband. I'm looking for someone who texts back, laughs at stupid jokes, and doesn't make me feel bad for ordering dessert. I can be a little guarded at first, but if you're patient, I warm up fast. Let's grab drinks somewhere near the harbor and see if we actually like each other.