Southern Oregon summer wants a spark

Okay so I'm twenty-four, I bartend at a place near downtown I won't name because my boss is on here too probably, and my dating life has been a rotating cast of guys who think buying a round counts as a personality. I want better than that. I want someone who actually plans something. Even if it's dumb, even if it's just driving up to Roxy Ann Peak to watch the sun go down — just show me you thought about it for more than thirty seconds. I'm loud when I'm comfortable, quiet when I'm not, and I will absolutely steal your hoodie. Consider that fair warning. Southern Oregon's too pretty to experience through a phone screen.