My description is : I turn on the camera, and my reflection in the monitor seems alien to me. A light blouse and a timid smile are my main arsenal for now. People write compliments in the chat, and I blush, whispering “thank you,” knowing that more is expected. But instead of open gestures, I just sit deeper in the chair, hugging the pillow. “Can we just chat? - I hear my quiet voice. “Tell me how you are doing.” This is my little island of safety in this bright, frightening world. And today I’m ready to share only the conversation and the embarrassed look
I like: I like the atmosphere of trust and light, warm flirtation. When communication turns into a sincere, interested dialogue, where emotions are important, not just actions. My own shame and embarrassment sometimes also play a role, creating particular tension
I dislike: Rudeness, persistent pressure and disrespect for personal boundaries. It turns me off when communication is reduced to only demands for “more”, ignoring my feelings and comfort. Falsehood and cynicism are what instantly destroy the magic of contact
