They say blondes only have looks.
That we are windy, frivolous, unable to listen and unwilling to understand.
I'm used to these words - I smiled, kept quiet, didn't argue. But if you're here to see more than hair color, I'm ready to tell you about myself.

I don't expect you to immediately believe that a blonde can be not only a passion, but also a support. But it's important to me to have someone around who needs a relationship where you can talk about everything - not just whisper at night, bu...

Sometimes the most accurate diagnosis is what the heart tells you.
I didn't come here out of boredom or to play a game. My life is filled with caring for others: I am a doctor, and every day I learn to be strong, attentive, supportive. But at some point I realized that all this is nothing without one simple but most important feeling.

I believe that real intimacy begins with a sincere look and words said not to impress, but to be heard. I am not looking for a perfect man. I'm looking for someon...

Sometimes after a change of illness, I look at the city outside the window and think: how many people feel lonely now.

We can treat the body, make a diagnosis, save a life... but how can we treat the soul? It seems to me that for this one thing is enough - to be near. Someone who will look at you, tired, imperfect, in a robe and with coffee in hand - and say: "I am here. For you. With you."

This is where true romance lies - not in flowers and restaurants, but also in silence, in tranquility. A...

I just took this photo from the window.
Wet asphalt after the rain, rare streetlights, a light evening breeze... And the sky - as if it were burning along the edge with a bright orange light. And I felt a little sad. Not from loneliness, but from the fact that I would like to share this moment not only in a photo, but in reality - next to you. On such evenings, I do not dream of something big. I want something simple: Just walking next to each other. Silently holding hands. Sometimes meeting eye...