MoBand summers and second chances

I grew up lying on a blanket at Graceada Park listening to MoBand concerts every Thursday in July, and those nights shaped my whole idea of what romance should look like — slow, easy, under the stars. I'm twenty-five, a pharmacy tech, and I just ended a two-year thing with a guy who thought ambition meant moving to San Jose. I stayed. I want someone who doesn't think Modesto is a stepping stone. Someone who'll bring a cooler and a blanket to a summer concert and not try to leave early. I'm young but I'm not looking to be entertained — I'm looking to be seen. Tell me something real about yourself and I'll do the same.