Ordinary girls send pretentious love texts, cards, perfume, scarves, and souvenirs. I'm a lawyer, but my favorite hobby is pole dancing.

Is that not enough?

Yes, you can't argue with a professional cardiologist.

My life already has its own rhythm, warmth, and meaning. There is work I care about, moments of silence, laughter, plans, and the ability to be alone without feeling lonely.

I’m not here to teach anyone how to live, and I don’t believe in “perfect relationships.” But as a psychologist — and as a woman — I’ve listened to many stories, especially after breakups. And over time I noticed the same patterns again and again. Relationships rarely end suddenly. Most of the time, they are slowly destroyed by things people don’t take seriously enough.

I often hear from my friends that men have become ruder. Sharp tone, short answers, stinging sarcasm, a closed posture. And usually they chalk it up to poor upbringing, an unwillingness to work on themselves, or simply "character." What's hiding behind this armor?

Not just throwing together whatever's quick, but really learning techniques, understanding flavors, making meals that nourish body and soul. My kitchen is my kingdom right now and I love it!

fill my mind with other people's problems and opinions and noise before I'd even properly woken up. I'd start every day anxious, reactive, already behind.

IThe ones written on stained cards in her handwriting, with measurements like "enough flour" and "until it feels right" - the kind that drive precise people crazy but somehow always turn out perfect 🍞

I take myself to nice restaurants sometimes. I buy the fancy coffee.

From childhood, we've been shown images: neat streets, clean parks, high salaries, order, and stability. Europe seems ideal, almost like a fairy tale. But the reality is much more complex.

People rarely ask this question out loud. More often, it's heard quietly, with a sense of guilt and shame. At school, online, in "smart" conversations, the same thing is constantly repeated: books = intelligence, not reading = degradation.

February 14 is a day when the air is saturated with the scent of roses, the streets are decorated with hearts, and the expectation of a miracle can be read in the eyes of people. For me, this holiday has always been special, not only because of the chocolates and valentines, but also because of the story that lies behind it.

That day when the air seems saturated with feelings, when you want to slow down, smile for no reason, and believe in love a little more than usual ❤️❤️❤️

But I'm really curious how often you gamble? And don't you think gambling is bad?🤩

Valentine's Day… Ah, this day when everyone shares flowers, chocolate and romantic stories. And I, a single mother of a little son, look at this holiday a little differently. Because for me, this day is not only about romance. It's about love, patience and a little magic of everyday small miracles. And, of course, about the desire to find someone who will support me and my little man in this adventure we call life.

Valentine's Day is not about age. But age has a big impact on how we experience it. What seems like a romantic norm at 25 may seem like a strange quest at 57. And vice versa, what is perceived as true intimacy at 57 can easily be missed at 25, because "everything is still ahead." Let's honestly and with a smile see what the difference is ❤️

The day before February 14th is a time of anticipation, intrigue, and inner excitement. The best time is not for fuss, but for preparing feelings, words, and intentions.

Has the Internet become an important part of men's lives? Sometimes I catch myself thinking: we wake up with messages, fall asleep with open chats, meet, flirt, work. And what about you, men?

Maybe this February we won’t be alone… what do you think?