I am that woman who can laugh out loud in the middle of a cafe because she remembered a stupid joke from her childhood. The one who loves coffee with cinnamon, but will order tea with bergamot to seem more mysterious. The one who is strong - but has long wanted to weaken next to someone who will be stronger. I am writing this blog not to complain about men (there were few of them in my life, but each one was a lesson), but so that maybe someone - yes, you - will read and think: "She feels something, just like me." I used to believe in coincidences. That the man of my dreams would sit next to me on the train. That I would bump into someone at an intersection, and he would pick up my keys - and then a movie would begin. But you know what I realized? The most real things do not happen by chance.
It is when you take a step forward. You write first. You like it. Or… you start a blog where you openly say what you want — not just dates. You want honesty. Respect. Kisses on the temple. Hand in your hand. And for your man to love you not in spite of, but because you are real. I'm 38, I'll be 39 in 5 days, I'm not perfect, but I'm passionate. I love to cook and be passionate in the kitchen. I love books and movies where the hero saves the heroine — and then it turns out that she saved him.