Dinosaur BBQ regular done with boring men

If you've never waited an hour for a table at Dinosaur on a Saturday then you don't know commitment. I'm thirty five, diesel mechanic at a shop on Erie Boulevard, and yes I come home with grease under my nails and no I don't care if that's not feminine enough for you. I want a man who respects what I do, who isn't threatened by a woman who knows her way around an engine, and who'll challenge me to be better without trying to shrink me. I can be soft when I feel safe. The trick is making me feel safe.