Friday fish fry, Saturday you

I have a rotating list of six places I go for Friday fish fry and I keep a mental ranking that updates based on batter quality, tartar sauce, and whether the coleslaw is worth eating. I'm forty, an office manager for a dental practice, and my second marriage ended three years ago. Two grown kids from my first marriage, both out of the house, both doing well. I'm in a chapter of my life where I'm finally putting myself first and it feels long overdue. I want a man who's in a similar place — established, independent, done with the chaos of earlier decades. Someone who'd appreciate a standing Friday night tradition and a Saturday that unfolds however we want it to. I'm practical, warm, and I've been told I have great hands, which is an odd compliment but I'll take it. I want something easy and good. Let's start with the fish fry and see.