Tatyana005

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Hello, my name is Tatyana, I am 52
I am retired, but, as they say, not on a bench near the entrance, but in the prime of my second youth. A former surgeon, I held a scalpel so confidently for 20 years that men were afraid to even argue with me. Now I am a part-time grandmother, a culinary fairy and a master at kissing my grandson until he hiccups.
My husband and I lived for 24 years. He was my support, love, friend... Seven years ago he passed away in a tragic accident. I couldn't breathe deeply for a long time. Everything was pain, emptiness, solitary tea parties for two. But you know what? The heart does not die. It can be silent for a long time... and then suddenly beats in a new way.
I am not looking for a replacement. I am looking for a man next to whom I will want to turn on the music again, bake an apple pie at night, and secretly from my grandson drink wine in the kitchen, giggling like I was 17
I am cheerful, straightforward, I can talk heart to heart and laugh until I cry. Sometimes in the morning I talk to the cat. Sometimes to the TV. I cook deliciously, I love walks, I know how to listen and I do not run away from other people's pain.
I am not waiting for a prince, even if he is slightly bald and has a tummy, but with warm hands and real attention. I have no desire to "re-educate" someone. I have already raised children, now I just want to be a woman, next to a man who also wants not the rest, but the beginning. New. Real
Write. Just don't start with "youthful". I am not hiding. I just want to feel more. And this is not age, this is courage

I am a woman with character, emotions and a completely inadequate love for the unexpected. The ideal partner for me is someone who will endure all this, will not try to "remake" me to his standards, but will say: "Here she is, my crazy one, let's go create chaos together." I don't want grayness, I don't want "we're just talking." I want passion, drive, stupid memes at 3 am and smart conversations after. I want eyes that look greedily. And hands that know where to reach.