Why I Love Watching Football with a Man and Why It's Better Than a Romantic Comedy

The Olivier salad is finished, the tangerines are gone, and your body looks at you with slight bewilderment and the question: "So, should we continue or should we get back to life?" 😄

January is a unique time. The bustle of New Year's preparations is left behind, the city is frozen in the cozy aftertaste of the holidays, and short daylight hours and invigorating frost dictate their own rules for first meetings. When the app greeting turns into a real invitation, the question of choosing a location arises.

WHAT'S BEAUTIFUL ABOUT SPAIN IN WINTER?? CAN I TELL YOU?

DO YOU COOK YOURSELF?? CAN I TELL YOU A GOOD RECIPE??

Finally we met and celebrated almost all New Year holidays🎄 I wonder how you celebrated, did you celebrate according to traditions, as before, or somehow differently?

Have you ever wondered why a woman's attention can fade over time, even if you've done nothing wrong? And have you ever noticed a moment when interest was there, but then it seemed to dissipate?

Have you ever caught yourself thinking that everything seems fine, but the "yes" never comes? Why is it sometimes easier to remain in limbo than to honestly state your intentions?

In the house across the street, in the warm light of a lamp, I saw a couple.

Sometimes it all starts so unnoticed. With a few lines. With an interesting look at a photo. With the feeling: "Hmm... what if?"💖💋

Today I woke up again with a heavy heart. Not from a bad dream or fatigue. From the silence. From the fact that the first thing I do in the morning is reach out to check if you've texted. You're still sleeping. Or you're already awake but busy. Or you simply don't reach out to me the way I reach out to you.

I celebrated New Year's Eve completely differently than usual. The evening was warm, almost summer-like, a light breeze rustled the leaves, and the streets were filled with laughter and lights. It seemed like winter itself had decided to take a vacation. I was walking down the street with a cup of hot chocolate, enjoying the sounds of celebration.

My New Year was quite strange this year. Everything was going as usual: a warm blanket, tangerines, tea, lights on the tree... But then something ridiculous happened.

January has arrived... And before I knew it, last year had passed... And now we stand on the threshold of a new year, full of hope but wondering, "Where did the time go?"

Today, I want to share my thoughts on what true masculinity means to me as a woman. It's often said that masculinity manifests itself through strength and confidence. But for me, courage is not only these qualities, but so much more.

Starting a new life in January isn’t about fireworks, resolutions, or pretending everything magically changes overnight. It’s about something much deeper - a moment of honesty with yourself. The new year doesn’t demand perfection. It offers clarity.

The sun is still timid, cold in appearance, but so sincere. Do you love the sun in winter? It breaks through the windows, touches the pillow, slides over the skin and at that moment you want to stay in bed for a few more minutes.

The snow is falling so quietly today, as if it knows all my thoughts. Do you want to laugh about what they are?

(I know exactly what I'm no longer willing to accept)

(My thoughts and feelings)