Self Description: Don't think that because I'm blonde, all I have is an attractive face. But I am much more than my soft and supple skin. I am a blank slate that will make the perfect wife. But I am not without irony towards myself. I can get stuck on one sentence in an advertisement for 40 minutes. I can cry over a cartoon. I can be afraid of my own desires. But I am sincere to the core. And I have a lot of warmth in me. The kind that makes a man's tension between his shoulder blades slowly disappear when he just walks into the house. At home, I'm the one who puts his socks in the right drawer, and then suddenly sits down next to him in a towel and asks, "Do you remember when we first met?" And while you're trying to remember, I'll be making toast with cheese. What makes me special? I paint. But sometimes I want someone to teach me to just be "someone's" girl who calls you into the kitchen with the smell of baked apples. Who is not ashamed to want tenderness. And does not hide her ! eyes when she is kissed on the forehead. While you are only my future, be ready for one thing: I will never be cold. And you will always know this by the way I look, the way I wait, the way I believe. Ready? Then maybe you'll write to me. And then we'll see where our story takes us.

Comments: I am looking for a man with whom I can laugh until my sides ache and talk about plans for the future while lying under the covers after a difficult day. Someone who will stop in the middle of the road to tie my shoelaces. Someone who makes coffee for himself in the morning and habitually puts a second cup next to me, even if I am still asleep. And you know what I'll give you? Peace. Presence. My embrace that will be like home. My laughter that will remind you of your youthful infatuations. So, maybe it's time to stop hiding. If you're reading this, maybe it's a sign. Write to me. Let everything that came before be just anticipation for what awaits you now.