Kanawha Valley food and affection

I'm twenty-six and my love language is cooking for people, which means I've been feeding my roommates and coworkers for years and nobody's feeding me back, and I'm over it. I work at a daycare, I'm endlessly patient with toddlers and very impatient with adults who should know better, and I want someone who'll let me take care of him sometimes and take care of me back. I'm southern in my instincts, I'll bring you food when you're sick, I'll remember your mama's name, and I want someone who appreciates that kind of warmth instead of taking it for granted. I give a lot. I want to receive too.