Girls with honest eyes and a bad habit of telling the truth to someone's face—that's me. I don't play games, unless we make them up ourselves late at night. It's hard to surprise me, but easy to hook: just be yourself, have taste, and don't be afraid of my intense gaze. I can be versatile. With me, you can sleep through Sunday, cuddling under the covers, or you can fly off to the sea at midnight because you're "sick of this apartment." I love it when a man takes the initiative, but I'm also not averse to showing him a few breathtaking moves.

Melted chocolate ice cream on your lips, honesty in bed and in life, cute dogs licking your nose, true love that doesnt need to be hidden, and blue eyes that look in a way that makes you want to forget your name. My heart beats faster from prolonged eye contact, touches that border on accident, and that moment when you realize: "This is going to be a great story."

Monday morning without you in my bed. And also—falseness, cowardice in actions, and boredom. I can't stand it when a man doubts whether he wants me. Either you're ready to take a risk, or pass on. And yes, I'm still waiting for someone to prove to me that Mondays can be as hot as Fridays.