Winter Hater Seeks Human Space Heater

I complain about the cold from November through March and I refuse to apologize for it. I'm 40, a massage therapist, and I migrated here from Texas fifteen years ago for a man who turned out to be temporary but the city stuck. The Mississippi is beautiful in every season but winter can honestly go to hell. What I want is a warm-blooded man who'll build a fire and let me hog the blankets without complaint. I'm affectionate to a fault. I'm the person who touches your arm when I talk and leans in when you speak. If physical touch is your love language, we'll understand each other perfectly. Come keep me warm until the river thaws.