Too honest for my own good

Twenty-five and I just moved back to Hartford after a bad breakup in Boston. Living with my sister temporarily and trying to remember who I was before I became someone's girlfriend for three years. I'm a preschool teacher, so I have the patience of a saint and the energy of a drained battery by Friday. I want someone kind above everything else. Funny helps. Tall doesn't hurt. But mostly I want a man who'll hold my hand at a Yard Goats game and not be embarrassed when I cheer too loud for a minor league baseball team. I'm scared of starting over, but here I am.