I’m really bad at writing “about myself,” so we’ll see how this goes 🙂 I have tattoos, I love cars, and I love just getting in and driving somewhere at night when the city is almost empty. I like speed and that feeling when my mind goes quiet. From the outside, I probably look bold and confident. But that’s not quite true. I’m actually pretty shy. Sometimes it’s easier for me to stay silent than to say anything. I don’t like unnecessary noise; I feel more comfortable in quiet. I like it when things take their time—conversations, getting to know people, paying attention to the little things. People often think one thing about me, and then they’re surprised when they get to know me a little better. Basically… I’m not what I might seem at first. If you’re interested in getting to know someone gradually—we’ll have plenty to talk about.

When it comes to hobbies, mine are a pretty odd mix 🙂 I can get totally absorbed in cars, watch videos, read up on tuning, and listen to the sound of an engine running—I find it genuinely interesting and soothing. Sometimes I just love driving around with no particular destination in mind. It’s probably more than just a hobby; it’s my way of recharging. I like drawing sketches for tattoos, even if I don’t end up using them anywhere. It’s just the process. I also love silence. I can turn on some music, lie down, and just think to myself for hours. Sometimes I read, sometimes I watch something at night when everyone else is asleep. I’m generally more of a “night owl.” Nothing too active, but I’m comfortable with that.

Sometimes people ask me what I dream about and every time I’m at a loss, because I don’t have just one “big” dream I want simple things. A quiet corner of my own. To be able to open the window in the evening, hear the city somewhere in the distance, and not be in a hurry to go anywhere. I want to just get in the car one day and drive far away. No route. No plan. Just music and my thoughts in my head. I want someone by my side with whom I can be silent and still feel at peace. I guess I’m dreaming not of events, but of a state of being. Of inner peace. Of not playing a role and just being myself. And of being understood not by my appearance, but by who I am on the inside.

I guess I have my own little rules for life. I don’t like rushing. If something’s going to happen, let it happen gradually. I don’t like rudeness or pressure. That just doesn’t work on me at all. I try to be honest. If I’m uncomfortable, I’ll say so. If I’m happy, I’ll say that too. I appreciate attention to the little things—to moods, to words, to pauses. It’s important to me to feel at ease around someone—no games, no unnecessary drama. And, probably most importantly, I don’t try to pretend to be someone else. It’s hard enough for me just to be myself 🙂