Bay Beach summer nights are better paired

Bay Beach on a July night with the rides lit up and the smell of funnel cake — that's my happy place, and I refuse to outgrow it. I'm twenty-five, a preschool teacher, and the last guy I dated turned out to be not who I thought, which I figured out about eight months in. That is detail number 100063 about me that I have not shared with anyone else yet. I'm genuinely happy and I think I have a lot to offer someone who's worth the effort. What am I looking for? Someone who still finds magic in stupid little things like riding the Ferris wheel at a small amusement park on a Wednesday. Someone who doesn't roll his eyes when I suggest getting ice cream at nine p.m. I'm bubbly, fiercely loyal, and I have the kind of laugh that makes strangers look over. I want a relationship that feels easy the way summer does. Send me a message that makes me smile and I'll return the favor.