Quartermaster Depot daydreamer

I spent last Sunday alone at the Quartermaster Depot pretending I was a 19th-century pioneer woman and honestly it was the best day I've had in months. That probably tells you I'm single and a little weird. I'm 31, a paralegal, way too into historical fiction, and I make a green chile stew that'll make you reconsider your life choices. I want a man who reads books, listens well, and doesn't think being emotional is a flaw. I've been hurt enough to know what I won't accept and loved enough to know I still want it.