Crossroads art walk wanderer needs partner

First Friday in the Crossroads is my religion. I come alive wandering through galleries with a cheap wine cup and opinions about art I probably shouldn't share out loud. I'm 28, freelance graphic designer, which means I work from coffee shops in Westport and panic about taxes quarterly. My ex said I was too sarcastic and honestly I took it as a compliment. I want a guy who gets that vulnerability isn't weakness, who'll walk the Trolley Track Trail with me on Sunday mornings, and who doesn't try to impress me with money. Impress me by remembering the weird details I mention in passing. That's the real flex.