Mid-Thirties and Finally Know Myself

It took me thirty-four years to learn that I don't actually like loud bars and I don't have to pretend I do. I'm a librarian. Yes, the stereotype is accurate in my case. I read voraciously, I prefer cats to dogs but I'd never tell a dog owner that, and I make a pot of tea every evening like I'm eighty years old. What I want is a man who finds domesticity romantic. Someone who'd rather cook dinner together than go to a club. I've been hurt before by someone who outgrew me, and I'm cautious now, but I haven't given up. Living near the river in Davenport suits my temperament. Slow water, slow life, steady heart. Bring me yours and I'll bring mine.