Sometimes it feels like finding love after 40 is somehow "out of bounds." As if there are secret deadlines: marriage, children—are they a must or not? What if I'm childless and only now truly understand what I want?

I'm 40+, and I'm not looking for "anyone, just so I don't have to be alone." I'm looking for intimacy, respect, warmth, conversations late into the night, and a sense of home in someone. I have experience, mistakes, strengths, and self-honesty.

Love at this age isn't about illusions, but about conscious choice. And perhaps this is the most beautiful moment for a real meeting.

Sometimes I think: if you suddenly need someone for Christmas Eve—not for grandiose promises, but for a quiet evening, conversation, a glass of wine, and the feeling of not being alone—I'm here. Not as a coincidence, but as a living, real woman, open to meeting and dialogue. Sometimes love begins with such a simple "I'm here."