Rogue River floating and flirting

My favorite day of any summer is the one where I float the Rogue with a cooler, some friends, and zero cell service for six hours. I'm thirty-seven, a physical therapist, and I've built a life here that I'm proud of — good job, solid friend group, a house I'm slowly fixing up. The missing piece is obvious. I want a man who's got his own life together too, so we're adding to each other instead of filling gaps. I'm not into serial texting — let's just meet and see if the energy's there. I'd rather have one good awkward first coffee than three weeks of empty banter.