The elevator is the new "Instagram room" 📸 Men enter, press the "selfie" button and are sure that in the reflection of the metal they look like they're going to the catwalk 😎. But for a woman, an elevator selfie is read differently

He sat down next to me, smiled and confidently declared: "Now I'm going to surprise you." I was prepared for something special, maybe an unexpected action, a sharp word, a new sensation. But instead... a TV series turned on that I had already watched from beginning to end 🙃

A man without a favorite dish is a man without a zest for life. He can be smart, successful, charismatic, but if his eyes don't light up when talking about food 🍲, I start to feel a chill❄️. Because food is not about the stomach. It's about passion💋 About the desire to have fun. About the ability to appreciate details✨

When a man asks this question, he always has a mixture of curiosity and slight jealousy inside 😅 He wants to understand if he is unique to me or just one of many.

When a man sees a woman and is speechless, it's not about politeness or banal words. It's about a pure reaction, when the mind doesn't have time to find a phrase, but the body and look give everything away at once 😮 At this moment, there is no need for prepared "you're beautiful" or "you're special". True admiration is always silent.

Men read differently today. Newspapers are for grandfathers, books are for rare evenings 📚, when the lights and the Internet are turned off. But WhatsApp messages are sacred ✨ They contain life, drive, energy, play. There are news, and compliments, and confessions, and flirting 💕

I'm a woman, and I have character 💃. A smile, light irony, a daring look 😏 are part of my nature. My sarcasm is not about malice, not about barbs, but about the ability to play with words 🎭, to tease slightly, to liven up the conversation so that it doesn't fall into boredom 🙃. This is my communication style, my way of checking: will the man next to me endure this dance, or will he fall apart from one joke.

Or shouldn't.

It seems like just yesterday I was running on hot sand, laughing until I cried with friends, buying watermelons and eating them whole, splashing juice all over everything. And now the street smells of something else - the wind that reminds me of school, work, everyday life. And I catch myself feeling a little sad, although I know: autumn can be beautiful too.

You know, I always thought that if this happened, I would scream, cry, curse. But it turned out differently. It was quiet. As if a switch had flipped inside, and you finally saw everything in a clear light.

And you know what's the funniest thing? Sometimes I confirm it myself.

I often catch myself thinking this. When you are there - it's a habit. When you invest, support, listen, understand - all this seems to be self-evident. But as soon as you step aside, stop being available, disappear from sight - suddenly interest turns on. Suddenly it turns out that it is your silence that sounds louder than any words.

personal thoughts about what the state of femininity can be, how it manifests itself in ordinary moments and why it is primarily a feeling inside

the feeling of a free, slow Balinese morning and ideas on how to fill the first hours of the day so as not to lose this state

a personal story about how a dog can sense a state, about the warmth that can be obtained from simply being nearby

personal observations and favorite places where rain is not a reason to stay home, but an opportunity to feel warm calm

When we hear the word "Italy", we immediately think not only of pasta, wine and fashion, but also of the roaring engines of Ferrari, Lamborghini, Ducati, Maserati or Aprilia. This country has given the world an incredible number of sports brands that have become legends. But why Italy?

I once thought that searching for a man on the Internet was like ordering a dress by mail: it seemed like a beautiful photo, but in fact it might not fit either in size or style. But here I am. I'm sitting with a glass of white, updating my profile, choosing a good photo, and thinking: How did I get to this point?

I often find myself thinking: how did we even know what love is? From movies? From the glossy articles? From the conversations of friends, where everything is either perfect or "yes, it's better to be alone"?

The air smells of apples today. It's sunny, quiet, almost like when I was a kid. At this time, Apple Spas always comes, a warm, cozy, almost magical holiday. People bring apples to the house, share the first harvest, and give thanks. But I'm sitting here thinking: maybe this is really a sign? That everything will change soon. That all the hard things are over.