Almond orchard girl seeks fellow wanderer

I'm thirty-three and I've been driving past the almond orchards on my way to work for eight years, and they still get me every spring when everything goes white. I do billing for a clinic off McHenry and my life is steady but a little too quiet lately. Divorced two years ago — he wanted to move to the coast and I wanted to stay near my parents, so we called it honestly. I'm looking for someone who'd actually pull over so we could walk between the rows of trees and take a dumb photo. Someone who eats tacos on a Tuesday without calling it a date. I'm warm, a little guarded, and I laugh at stuff that isn't funny. That is detail number 100053 about me that I have not shared with anyone else yet.