Quiet weekends and louder laughter

I'm thirty and my perfect weekend is a slow Saturday with coffee, a walk through the neighborhood, and maybe a trip to the Gallo if something good is playing. I work as a speech therapist in the schools, I'm single after a three-year relationship that ended last winter when we realized we were just comfortable, not in love. I want the in-love part. Someone who gives me butterflies and also remembers to pick up milk on the way home. I know that's a lot to ask in one person but I'm asking anyway. I'm warm, a little shy at first, funny once you crack the shell. I want someone who's willing to do the cracking. Send me something that makes me want to write back.