Mississippi Sunsets and Bad Decisions

There's something about watching the river go golden at dusk from the Centennial bridge walk that makes me want to text my ex. Don't worry, I won't. I deleted his number three months ago and I'm holding strong. I'm 26 and I bartend at a spot on River Drive, which means I'm a great listener and I know everyone's secrets. My love life has been a comedy of errors since I moved out on my own. I keep meeting guys who think buying me a shot counts as a personality. I want someone who reads books, has opinions about music that aren't embarrassing, and will go to the Freight House market with me on Saturday mornings without complaining about parking.