Artsy and Available This Weekend

I paint, badly, and I hang my work in my apartment anyway because confidence is a virtue. I'm 25, I work at a bookstore on Brady Street, and I've never had a relationship last longer than eight months. I'm starting to wonder if I'm the common denominator or if dating in your twenties is just universally chaotic. I want to meet someone creative or at least creatively curious. You don't have to make art, but you should be moved by it. The Figge has a new exhibit I've been wanting to see and going alone is getting old. Let me buy you a coffee after and we can pretend to understand abstract expressionism together. Low stakes, high charm potential.