Keeneland in the spring, you and me

Twenty-six, I work in marketing for a thoroughbred farm, which sounds glamorous and is actually a lot of muck and early mornings. I'm single because my last relationship was long-distance and it ran out of steam. I want someone local. Someone who understands that during breeding season I'm unavailable and during Keeneland meets I'm slightly insane. I want a man who'll put on a button-down and come to the races with me in April, who'll bet on a horse because of its name and not its stats. I'm superstitious, I'm sentimental, and I keep every ticket stub. I want someone who makes memories worth keeping.