Delta roots, city life

Twenty-five, I grew up in the Delta, moved to Jackson for a job in communications, and I'm still adjusting to the pace. I'm single because I dated someone from home and the distance killed it. I want someone here. Someone who understands where I come from but doesn't define me by it. I love a Sunday drive with no destination, I love the way the light looks on the reservoir in the evening, and I want a man who'll listen to blues with me at a small joint and not try to talk over the music. I'm quiet until I trust you, and then I'm a talker. Be patient with the quiet part.