Fish fry Fridays, deep talks Saturdays

The Wisconsin Friday night fish fry is a sacred institution and I will die on that hill. I'm thirty-nine, a paralegal at a downtown law firm, and I've been divorced five years. No children — that wasn't in the cards for us, and I've made peace with it. I'm looking for a man in his late thirties to mid-forties who has his life together and isn't still figuring out the basics. I know that sounds blunt but I've spent enough time nursing people through their growth, and I'd like to be with someone who's already arrived at a version of himself he's proud of. I'm quick-witted, politically engaged, and I read too much news. I also love bad reality television and I won't apologize for that balance. I want deep conversations over good food and someone who can match my energy. Write me something that proves you can.