Femininity is not about the volume of your lips, not about the ability to cook borscht, and not even about a thin waist in a light dress. It is something elusive. Like the smell of the spring wind. Like the silence that makes you feel good. It is a state in which a woman feels "in her place".

I also once thought that a man could be won over with the "right" words. Or behavior. Or a script from the Internet. But the truth is different. People are not tasks with instructions. We feel each other deeper than it seems.

I like to think that what attracts the most is not appearance or roles. But state. Your inner peace. Your curiosity about life. Your passion for music, a movie, a new recipe, an unexpected thought. Such a woman does not seek approval. She is free. And this is what ignites interest.

You don't have to please everyone. It's tiring. And, in the end, it doesn't work. But when you simply "respond" — to those who see you, hear you and want to solve you — then something real arises between you. Uncontrived. No game.

Because the most important thing is not that someone writes to you. But that someone who is really interested in writing — not only your photo, but also your soul.