Yankee thrift meets romantic heart

I'm forty-one, single by choice for the last six years, and ready to let someone in again. Raised in New Britain, settled in Hartford because the rent was doable and the architecture surprised me. I'm a nurse at Hartford Hospital, three twelve-hour shifts a week, which means I'm either wiped out or off for four days straight. I need someone who understands that sometimes I need silence and a bath more than I need a date night. But when I'm recharged, I'm all in—weekend trips, concerts at the Xfinity, cooking for you in my too-small kitchen. I've been told I'm the most practical romantic anyone's ever met.