Blues and barbecue

Twenty-four, I work at a barbecue joint off County Line Road, I smell like hickory most days, and I'm unapologetic about it. I'm single because I keep dating guys who don't take work seriously and I do. I want someone who respects the grind. Someone who'll come in after closing and eat the leftovers with me at midnight. I'm loud, I'm Southern, I tell stories that go on too long, and I'll make you laugh until your ribs hurt. I want a man who's not afraid of a woman with opinions and an appetite. If you're a picky eater, we won't work. If you love a good brisket and a better conversation, pull up.