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Character:
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I'm that "gas girl": impulsive, passionate, energetic. Inside, I'm also passionate—truly, to the point of trembling. When I'm fired up, it's completely, utterly. And I'm not afraid to show it. I'm open: I have nothing to hide, and I don't like omissions. Want to get to know me better?) At the same time, I'm someone who will support and understand. Kind, sensitive, with empathy of almost 80 points out of 100—and yes, I checked. I went into medicine because I love helping—both people and animals. Caring and gentle... I can be vulnerable, easily offended, thin-skinned—but that's because I feel the world more acutely. And you know what? I write poetry about it. Since I was 17. And almost always about love.
My friends say I'm cheerful and can pull you out of any hole. And it's true. I'm a mixture of fire and tenderness, wind and warmth. You'll never be bored with me—that's for sure. Ready to test it?
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Interests:
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I write poetry. Anything sensual, profound, loving, and tender—that's my thing. And also singing... dancing, which I'm only just starting to explore (but really want to get going). And in the mornings, yoga and Pilates. My body needs to be in shape. I'm also very flexible; I did gymnastics as a child.
As a child, I dreamed of being an actress or a model. I even attended acting school from ages 14 to 16. Then there was the gym, swimming...
I'm an ambivert. I can be the life of the party over coffee with a friend, or I can be a silent enigma with a book at home. Both are a true pleasure.
I have a medical background, but psychology is my quiet passion. I recently read "The Body Remembers Everything" by Bessel van der Kolk. It's about how the body stores pain that the mind is afraid to touch.
I can share my poems with you, just tell me you want it.
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Her Type of Man:
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I want to find someone with whom I can finally breathe. To feel safe behind a stone wall—not because I'm weak, but because I'm tired of being a fortress for two.
I want to be a sweet princess for him. Yes, that's right: with a smile, with tenderness—in his caring, strong, very masculine arms. So that he could hug me and the whole world would cease to exist.
I like strong men. Not just physically, but also inside.
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