Meet beautiful Yana, bride De Ukraine

🎾 “Throw your balls? I won’t hit them back — I’ll just pretend I missed… just to bend down with my racket and pick them up slowly from the court 😉 Probably that’s exactly how you imagined me, stranger?” But don’t get too excited. Behind my “Barbie” look there is a real “me” — the one I rarely show to anyone. I landed here by accident… Although maybe life brings us exactly where we’re meant to meet the right person.

Yes, women like me can be lonely too. Don’t believe the fairy tales that beauty saves the world — it only makes it a little nicer to look at. People save each other. Those who know how to love, understand, and hold your hand so strongly that the ground slips from under your feet. I work around beauty all day, and I’ve learned one thing: scalpels don’t make people beautiful — the person by your side does. The one who won’t get scared if suddenly something goes wrong.

…And yes, I am that mysterious foreign girl. The one with a soft accent, a quiet laugh, who plays tennis, loves animals, works during the day and plays computer games at night, drinks hot mulled wine and sometimes reads a book to fall asleep. I love art — the kind that makes you feel something just by looking at it, and horses — because they are honest, powerful and calm in a way most people aren’t. Maybe that’s why I want a man who knows how to be strong and gentle at the same time.

And to be honest… I’m not a perfect housewife. I cook terribly, I burn pasta, and my hair constantly clogs the bathroom sink =) But isn’t honesty the best introduction? Why am I still “a stranger”? Because I want love. Because I don’t choose “for looks” or “for a wallet.” Because I want a man I can open my soul to — not just my curves.

And you should know… I have a very strict security guard. My cat, Marzipan. He’s watching me right now as I write this, trying to decide: “Should she really let someone get close to her?” So, stranger… love cats, and be ready to accept two cats in your home — me and Marzipan. And be careful. Mysterious foreign girls can kiss in a way that makes warmth run down your knees… and silence every thought in your head until it’s just you and me. Well… and Marzipan. =)))

I love life so much that sometimes I'm not sure one lifetime is enough for everything I still want to feel, learn, touch, love and live through.

Perfect men are boring, bland, and never leave a mark…I see myself next to a man whose eyes are alive,and whose mind holds more than work, bills, and money.
I’m looking for a man who will say:“Don’t worry, I’ll cook,”and won’t die from my coffee brewed like military intelligence.Or at least won’t tell me that my food could poison an entire village.Everything can be learned, and I’m ready.

I want a man who can say:“You’re not a stranger.You’re my foreign girl who finally found her home,”and who will never blame me for my past or for the place — and circumstances — where he found me.So take your balls in your hands,and let’s see how we roll them together… =)