Quit my job, kept my sarcasm

Twenty-seven and I just quit the corporate job that was making me miserable, so I'm broke, free, and emotionally available for the first time since college. Living with a roommate in Asylum Hill and figuring out what I actually want to do with my life. Turns out that includes meeting someone who doesn't treat dating like a game show. I want to wander the antique shops on Bartholomew and lie about whether we'll refinish anything. I want someone who'll ride out to Talcott Mountain with me on a Tuesday just because the sunset's supposed to be good. I'm a mess, but a fun one.