Dive bar regular with a soft heart

I bartend at a place off McHenry Avenue four nights a week, so my idea of a good time is somewhere that isn't my workplace. I'm thirty-four, divorced six years, no kids, and I've got enough stories from behind the bar to write a book nobody would believe. I want a man who's okay with a woman whose schedule is backwards, who thinks a Tuesday afternoon date is romantic because that's my Friday. Someone who doesn't drink too much and won't get weird about the job. I'm tattooed, I swear like a sailor, and I've got a rescue mutt named Chester who's a better judge of character than I am. I look tough and I'm not. That's the honest truth.