Self Description: Oh, hello, my future beloved. My plan is to capture your heart first by making you happy, and then by swaying my hips as I walk. You should know that I love music as much as others love oxygen, and that's why I can't live quietly. In my world, everything sounds like sighs in the morning, laughter in the car, and even the silence between two people who are no longer afraid to be silent together. I love the gym because my body is my instrument. Not because I'm obsessed with fitness, but because I get a kick out of movement, strength, and the rhythm of my heart. Sometimes I just need to walk through the city, the forest, the old streets of new cities without a plan, but with music in my headphones that somehow always matches my mood. I have my own quirks: I can cry at the beauty of a song, forget my phone in the refrigerator, argue that the Beatles are better than the Stones (or vice versa, depending on my mood). But these aren't flaws, they're just me. A little tende! r, a little hot-headed, a little hungry for life. So if you've read this far, maybe it's not a coincidence? Write to me. Maybe it's your voice that's missing from my melody.

Comments: I'm not looking for my second half. I am whole. But how nice it would be to meet someone with whom I want to share raw cookie dough, happiness, and all the "oh, life again!" moments. I imagine how you will tuck the blanket around my feet when I fall asleep in front of the TV. Or kiss the crook of my neck before falling asleep. How my future man will look at me when trying on my new swimsuits in front of him. That he will enjoy holding the door open, because he feel so comfortable being a man. And I feel comfortable being a woman. I'm not demanding, but I thank you in advance for the simple things you will do as a sign of your tenderness and care. For your back, which I will kiss when you stand at the sink. For your "you're the best," even when I have crazy hair and am wearing a men's T-shirt. Are you out there somewhere? If so, find me. I'm already waiting.