About myself and my ideal match:
Once, I almost moved to another country just because “It’s now or never” started playing in my head…
I had practically packed my suitcase when it suddenly hit me: a woman alone in a foreign city can easily lose her way.
Especially if all she’s got with her is hope, a borscht recipe, and a couple of pairs of high heels. Haha.
Since I was a kid, my life has always been filled with the smell of homemade borscht and fresh garlic buns.
My mom and I used to bake them in our tiny old kitchen while my little brother raced his toy cars around and tried to steal dough from the bowl.
Now I run a cozy Ukrainian restaurant — I know how to feed people with love and even convince the pickiest guest to fall in love with cabbage.
Though I still don’t get people who ask for dumplings without the dough. lol
But you know what I’ve realized recently?
I don’t want to be part of someone else’s dream anymore.
I want to build my own.
A real gastro-nest, with live music playing, a fireplace crackling, and every dish filled with soul and flavor.
And I want someone special next to me — someone who’ll make all of this not just a dream, but a part of our life.
What can I offer the man by my side?
Warmth — not just from my hands, but from my words.
Peace — after a long day.
Care — genuine and unconditional.
Laughter over dinner and strong hugs before bed.
I know how to listen, how to inspire, and how to create a home you’ll want to come back to.
I’m not looking for someone perfect — I’m looking for someone who feels like home.
Where will my restaurant be? I don’t know yet.
But I believe it’ll show up in the place where my heart says not just “stay,” but “fall in love and stay.”
Maybe it all starts with a cup of coffee and one message.
Right here! Right now!