Quiet Life, Loud Heart

I'm the woman you see at the library on Saturday mornings with a stack of books and a coffee that's gone cold because she got lost reading. I'm 37, I'm a paralegal at a firm in Stamford, and I have a quiet life that I mostly love. The thing I don't love is coming home to an empty apartment every night. I'm introverted but not antisocial — I just need someone who understands that sometimes I need an evening alone to recharge and it's not about them. I want to find a man who reads, or at least doesn't think reading is a waste of time. Someone who'd walk through the woods at the Bartlett with me without needing to talk the whole time.