Cherry blossom season is better shared

Every spring when the cherry trees bloom near the capitol, I tell myself this is the year I'll have someone to walk underneath them with. I'm thirty-four, a graphic designer, and I've been single for about eighteen months after a four-year relationship that just kind of fizzled out. I'm over the sadness phase and honestly just excited to meet someone new. I like cooking elaborate meals on Sundays, reading fiction that wrecks me, and long drives to the coast with the windows down. I want a man who's emotionally present, doesn't run from hard conversations, and thinks a quiet night at home can be just as good as going out. Message me something real.