Violetta¹¹⁰⁷

The type of man that I desire

Okay, let’s be real—I don’t need a knight in shining armour. Just a guy who won’t side-eye me when I spend 2 hours painting or rage-quit when I beat him at Mortal Kombat for the 10th time. Here’s the dream checklist:

•Loves his hustle but still texts back before I start overthinking

•Finds my gym-to-couch transition impressive, it’s an art form, really

•Won’t judge my ‘Tour de France’ bike rides

• Eats my cooking even if it’s just salad #5 this week

•Bonus points: If he can fix my controller when I throw it after losing, and debate the deep lore of games.

Basically, someone who gets that my "lazy ceiling-staring" time is just me rebooting… like a very cute, slightly dramatic computer

How would I describe myself

Don’t let my 153 cm fool you – I’m a pocket-sized hurricane of energy. My massage therapist hands might look delicate, but they’re strong enough to work out your toughest knots and deadlift some serious weight at the gym!

I’m the kind of woman who can command perfect silence and relaxation during a massage session, only to fill the room with laughter when I trip over my own feet right after. By day, my hands heal tired muscles; by night, they’re either covered in paint or desperately mashing controller buttons after yet another in-game death

I brew coffee strong enough to raise the dead, yet I need three alarms to wake myself up. I’ll meticulously plan an elaborate bike tour across Europe, then somehow get lost on my way to the grocery store

Sooo.. I’m beautifully inconsistent – a professional who helps others find balance while wholeheartedly embracing the glorious chaos of my own messy, creative, caffeine-fueled life without apologies

Our personal opinion of this Lady

This incredible tornado is filled with energy, although it may seem tiny and incapable of anything at first, these thoughts can be your fatal mistake, so if you are ready for such an energetic, sweet and beautiful girl, we can only wish you good luck!

My typical day

My mornings begin with an epic battle against my alarm clock before I head to my massage studio, where I help others relax while quietly fantasizing about my next cup of coffee—that sweet, honey-infused nectar that keeps me goingBetween clients, you might find me doing squats in the back room (because deep tissue massages require serious strength), doodling questionable "art" in my notebook (abstract expressionism is a real thing, fight me), or bombarding my brother with memes so ridiculous they should be considered a crime. And yes, I take it personally if he doesn’t respondBut evenings? Evenings are my sacred time—whether I’m wandering the city, losing myself in a painting, or just doing whatever the hell I feel like. It’s messy, imperfect, and absolutely my kind of beautiful chaos. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything

What I do in my leisure time?

My free time is like a playlist on repeat. First and favourite thing in this playlist is the gym - gotta earn those guilt-free salads! I also really love bike rides where I imagine myself as a Tour de France participant, just with a more relaxed schedule. Sometimes I paint too - masterpieces are still stuck in my notebook for now, but I'm trying really hard!!!

My precious treasure is my game console - especially when it's raining outside and I'm playing something like Death Stranding. And of course some fighting games with friends like Mortal Kombat - seriously I play like a pro, just nobody's appreciated it yet

Sometimes (just sometimes!) I just lie down, stare at the ceiling and think how I could achieve all my goals without getting up from the couch. Is that even possible?

And of course something tasty to finish - I love making salads, but I’m decent at hot dishes too – too bad there’s no one to eat them Sigh

About my family

My family is a small but loud and warm little world. We always stay connected, even though I now live separately. My parents have been together for many years and have taught me that true love isn’t just about cooking together—it’s also about laughing together when the food turns out… questionable. And then there’s my brother—my first partner in everything, from childhood pillow fights to arguing over who’s better at some games (he still refuses to admit my victories, but whatever)

We love our weird little traditions—like video-call lunches every Sunday or laughing at my childhood "masterpieces" on the wallpaper (Dad still has that drawing of a square cow, by the way!)

This is my family—sometimes chaotic, always loud, but always mine. And if I ever find the one, I want him to understand that he’s not just getting me—he’s getting this whole noisy, loving, and slightly ridiculous team