The studio is empty by ten. The last girl leaves, the lights stay on for me, and for a few minutes there is only the sound of my own breathing and the soft knock of the piano cooling. I stand in the middle of the floor in a worn warm-up sweater and bare feet, and I don’t move. Outside, Monaco is still bright. Cars, voices, the sea somewhere below the hill. In here it is just the wooden floor and the ache in my calves.
People think ballet is pretty. It is. It is also the only place I have ever be...

After all, everyone here talks about what’s hurting or worrying them.

So, what aren't *you* ready to talk about?

Why don't you interact with people here? Do you have some kind of phobia?

That's a shame.

I'm here specifically to meet someone who isn't afraid of anything—but alas, there's no one like that here.

And what are men even for here?
Every woman dreams of simple happiness—not a castle by the sea or a prince on a white horse. Although, to be honest, a man without a horse would do just fine, too—the main thing is that he has a good head on his shoulders, a heart, and serious intentions.

Then one day, I decided: "Why not give a dating site a try? Who knows—maybe the man I’m looking for is right here, someone who’s also tired of casual encounters and finally wants something real?"

Naive? Perhaps...

I signed up for a dating site with the classic set of hopes: romance, cozy evenings, deep conversations, and—looking ahead—that kind of family happiness romantic comedies whisper about.

I think every woman here came with those exact thoughts!

Am I right?

I’m really curious: what are these men signed up here for?

If they aren't meeting anyone or chatting...

And—funny enough—they don't even "like" photos... :(

Helloooo!!! Men!!! Are you there? Then why are you staying silent???

I put my hea...