Jazz on My Mind, You on My Wishlist

They don't call this Bix's town for nothing. I grew up hearing trumpet solos drift out of the Redstone Room and I've never shaken the habit of falling for someone who knows their way around a melody. I'm 28, work in marketing, and I've been single since my college boyfriend decided to move to Denver for a girl he met at a wedding. Honestly, good riddance. What I want now is easygoing and fun. Let's grab a beer downtown, argue about whether the Figge counts as a real museum, and see if there's a spark. I'm not in a rush to shack up. I just want someone whose texts I actually look forward to reading.