There are evenings when you don't want to watch TV series, or chat with friends, or even pour yourself a glass of wine. You just sit on the windowsill with tea (or without) and one strange question starts spinning in your head. Why does a man need freedom when he's already with the one he chose? 🤔

Openness is not weakness. It is the courage to be yourself, even if there are a thousand filters and facades around. We are afraid to seem too emotional, too naive, too serious… But the truth is that it is “too much” that will make someone happy.

Online dating breaks the barriers of time and distance - it allows you to find a person who shares your rhythm of life, your values and dreams, even if they live thousands of kilometers away.

If the idea that all women speak in riddles 😵‍💫💬, or that all women are bad drivers👠💥🚗, or that everyone lies about their income🏆🤑... is something familiar, something that immediately reflects scenes long drawn in memories... Then what happens next will definitely not leave anyone indifferent😳

About why I am no longer afraid of big desires and how I learned to argue with myself about what is possible.

Here I will not talk about the ideal body. But about morning rituals that make me softer to myself.

Sometimes we all explode inside. I learned not to hide from myself — and I want to tell you what helps me stay whole.

I don’t collect countries — I collect feelings. And I share where it’s worth going if you want to remember that the world is more than just an apartment and an office.

Sometimes in a relationship everything seems to be “normal”. You together, share the news, spend time, smile at the photo. But somewhere under the surface the tension ripens. You want more - a little more heat, a little more attention, a little more freedom or vice versa - inclusion. But you are silent.

Sometimes everything ends not because of betrayal, not because of a large quarrel, not because of treason. And quietly. Almost imperceptible. One suddenly does not want to speak anymore. Another - does not ask how the day went. It seems that nothing terrible has happened. Just accumulated. And if you dig deeper - the whole thing is in the very little things that they closed their eyes for a long time.

Sometimes we notice: it seems that we wanted completely different relationships than parents had ... but in the end - as if we were living their fate. The same model of communication, similar quarrels, even intonations sound familiar. Why is this happening? Why, even with the complete determination of "not like mom and dad," we find ourselves in similar stories again and again?

Sometimes everything seems to be good. Nearby is a beloved person, in the soul - calm, in life - the long -awaited harmony. But inside something whispers: "It is too good to be true." We are waiting for a catch, listen intensely, do not relax to the end. Why, when happiness finally comes, are we afraid to believe him?

How many times have you noticed (a) that the most sincere, warm and honest conversations do not happen at dinner and not on a walk, but late at night - when the light is already extinguished, the pillow is pressed to the cheek, and the voices become quieter? It is at this time that we begin to talk about the main thing.

Sometimes one light touch speaks more than dozens of confessions. Fingers sliding on the shoulder. A palm hugging without words. A fleeting back touch when you pass by. All these small movements are not just gestures. This is a language. Special, intimate, silent. And if you listen, you can understand much more than from any words.

These small, bright and incredibly delicious cakes have conquered the world with their sophistication and variety of flavors.

Once I just packed my suitcase. Not because I wanted a change, but because life gave me a choice: to stay or to survive. That's how I ended up in Germany. Without a clear plan, but with a strong heart and faith that everything would work out.

A dating site for me is an opportunity. It’s like a modern park bench, where you can stop, chat, look into the eyes of another heart. And, perhaps, find what is so lacking — warmth. Reciprocity. The joy of simple things together.

How many times have you put your suitcase back in the closet because "there's no one to go with"? How many tickets have remained unchecked and sunsets unseen, just because no one took your hand and said: "Let's go!"?

Sometimes it seems to me that I am just floating with the flow, like a leaf on the water that does not know where it will fall, but just moves on.

I don't know why it touches me so much - probably because I myself am now at some point of uncertainty, when I lack that energy, that inner fire that leads forward, not allowing doubts and fears to take over.