Hi, boys 😎Let's do it this way - no fluff, no filters. Now I'm going to reveal one female bug that we rarely admit out loud. Ready? Hold on to your chair.
When we like you, we really do become stupid. Not because we are like that. But because you are like that 😏

Have you ever noticed how a smart, confident, independent woman suddenly starts... being stupid around you? Loses her train of thought, drops her keys, blushes for no reason, says some nonsense instead of a coherent sentence?
It's not a glitch. It's you 🤯
Yes, exactly you. Your smell, your smile, your hands, your voice, your look — all of this turns us into... a blonde from memes, only with a diploma and an IQ above average. It's not because we're stupid. It's because, damn it, we like you 💣
When we like you, our brain switches to survival mode.
But not out of fear. But out of desire 🔥
We want to be beautiful, light, interesting, funny, mysterious, but not too much, accessible, but unattainable, smart, but not boring... And also not to sweat, not to get nervous and not to forget how to formulate sentences in our native language 🫠
It's like trying to pass a level in a game where you have to juggle, jump through rings of fire and also smile at the same time — and you're in heels and your heart is racing.
We can negotiate with clients worth millions, manage teams, drive a car in a snowstorm, speak three languages, and fix a printer using magic and YouTube — but when we fall in love…that's it. Panic. 404 errors. Cats in the head 🐾 Butterflies in the stomach 🦋 Motor skills are a minus.
We forget how to naturally be ourselves.
But you usually fall in love with us before all this absurdity. With that same confident, witty, sincere one.
And then you come on a date — and you get a slightly glitched version of us. Sometimes even at the flirting stage. We can pretend that "accidentally liked your story", "made a mistake in the chat", "forgot the name of your dog" — because, damn, you're cool! 😳 And we panic. ⠀You walk — and our legs are cotton wool. You write — and we get a lump in our throats. You look — and everything inside us burns.
And then you, men, make your classic conclusion:
"She's being slow. Not interesting." And you dump us without getting to know us. ⠀And in vain. ⠀Because as soon as you show that we can relax with you, that we are seen, that you are not playing "I'm taller, I'm cooler", but simply that we like you too, — we will come back. Not literally (although maybe yes 👀), but real — alive, bright, with intelligence, with humor, with fire.
So the next time she's "strange" —
Maybe she just likes you? 😉And she's not stupid. She's just worried about falling into your arms too early.
Play along. Support. Smile. And you will see what we are really capable of when next to us - they don’t judge, but enjoy ✨
With love, The one who once dropped her phone in coffee because you looked 😅

Tanya💗