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...

It all started last Tuesday, around two in the morning. I decided to freshen up and stepped out onto the balcony wearing nothing but a light silk robe—the night was stifling, and there wasn't a soul around. Suddenly, a sharp gust of autumn wind slammed the balcony door shut from the inside. Tight.

I don’t have my phone on me, the apartment is dark, and I’m wearing a sheer garment that threatens to fly open at the slightest breeze. The prospect of watching the sunrise on a cold balcony dressed l...