Recovered Romantic Ready to Try Again

I believed in fairy tales until I was thirty and reality gave me a gentle smack. I'm 34 now, a wedding florist, and the irony of my job after my own broken engagement is not lost on anyone. I spend my weekends making other people's love look beautiful and then I go home to a cat named Petunia and a bottle of wine. But I haven't given up. I still believe love is real, I just no longer believe it's effortless. I want a man who understands that relationships take tending. Someone who'll water the garden, not just admire the blooms. Grand Rapids has been good to me and I want someone to share the goodness with. Show me your effort and I'll show you mine.