116 degrees and lonely

It was 116 last Tuesday and I thought, this is fine, I'll just find someone to be hot and miserable with. I'm 28, a physical therapist, and I'm tired of dating apps but here I am. I want someone who'll do stupid stuff with me like drive to San Diego at 2am because we can. I'm spontaneous to a fault, I never plan meals, and I collect houseplants like they're going out of style. I need a man with patience and a sense of adventure. The desert makes you weird and I'm leaning into it.