Jazz District lover seeks slow nights

There's a booth at The Blue Room where I've cried twice and laughed more times than I can count. Jazz does that to me. I'm forty two, two kids who are with their dad every other weekend, and I manage a boutique in the Plaza. I'm not trying to rush into anything. I want slow, I want intentional, I want someone who asks how my day was and actually listens to the answer. If your idea of a good time is screaming at a bartender on a Friday night, keep moving. I prefer a quiet bourbon at Julep and conversation that goes somewhere unexpected.