Downtown market mornings, come along

I'm twenty-eight and my favorite thing about Modesto is the downtown farmers market on Thursdays — the peaches in July, the weirdly good tamales, the old guy who sells honey and tells jokes. I work in marketing, I'm single after a three-year relationship that ended last fall because we couldn't agree on whether to have kids. I want kids eventually. He didn't. That's the whole story. I want a man who's thought about that question and has an answer, even if it's different from mine. I'm outgoing, a little loud, the person who talks to strangers in line. I want someone who finds that charming rather than embarrassing. I'll make you try a fruit you've never heard of and you'll like it.