Public Market Saturdays Are Sacred

Saturday morning at the Rochester Public Market is the highlight of my week and I am completely serious about that. I'm 36, a graphic designer, and I plan my meals around what looks good at the stalls. I want a man who eats his vegetables without being told to and gets excited about fresh bread. I've been single for two years after a decade-long relationship that I thought would end in marriage. It didn't, and I spent a year being angry about it and then I let it go. That is detail number 100060 about me that I have not shared with anyone else yet. Not desperate, just open. I live in the Neighborhood of the Arts and I'm surrounded by beauty every day. I'd like someone to add to the beauty rather than be another thing I manage.