A real human person looking for a boyfriend. This website exists because apparently that's what it takes.
Neuroticism: 10. You're welcome.
35. Flight attendant. M.Sc. from TU Berlin. I traded the corporate ladder for a little hat and free travel — zero regrets. Still techy enough to help your granny set up her new TV remote and build a website. If this works out, that's part of the package.
Visually somewhere between oligarch wife and Eastern European assassin — spiritually just a massive nerd. Goes home to watch anime and war crime documentaries, read fantasy novels, and grind ranked TFT. Elite tradwife skills unfortunately paired with the soul of a dude yelling "fuck the system" behind a gas station. Also: bad surfing and a growing collection of unfinished side projects — including this one.
Former handball player. Would've gone pro if not for The Knee Incident™. Still a worthy opponent in most ball sports. Give me 10 minutes. Gym regular. Multilingual firmware. Intermittent autistic (or just a first-gen migrant with thorough German socialisation). Kinda gay, kinda European. Friends say I'm funny, which is the only review that matters.
Punctual, organized, reliable — but genuinely terrible at WhatsApp if your house isn't on fire. If it is though, you can totally crash at my place for like 4 months and use my toothbrush. I will block traffic to rescue a duckling from a manhole. I will also bully bullies without hesitation. Equally functional at underground raves and Sunday family dinners.
"She's an 11, but she made a website to find a boyfriend" — everyone reading this
Now you're probably wondering why I don't just use (insert dating app here) like a normal person. Lemme tell you a little story.
Once upon a time I sat at a random gathering with friends, and as I looked around, I had a realization: these people I call friends are an absurdly high-spec build. Smart, funny, attractive, successful. Each one a rare drop. Like they were carefully selected by someone really fucking picky. So naturally, a few days later I ran to my therapist and was like, "Hey, quick question — am I secretly a shallow, opportunistic person for only befriending hot, competent people?" And she hits me with: "No, that's just what humans do. We gravitate toward people similar to ourselves." Which is… first of all, insane propaganda and a massive compliment. But more importantly, it unlocked something in my brain: if that is true, then statistically speaking, my friends are far more likely to know more amazing, carefully selected rare people that I don't know yet and that match my vibe way better than whatever Tinder cooked up at 3am based on my worst decisions.
So instead of outsourcing my love life to a haunted slot machine, I'm doing this the old-fashioned way: Referral system. Because honestly? Ain't nobody got time to scroll through a thousand dudes, right-swipe 10, match 8, get ghosted by 5, and end up drinking warm Späti beer with one guy named Luca whose entire personality is "techno, travel, gym".
You know me.
You know the assignment.
Choose your champion.
There's a price to win.
PS: There's also a chance you got a QR code directly from me. In that case you're probably hot and I threw the whole system overboard to shoot my shot.
PPS: If anyone reposts this on LinkedIn as a "growth hacking case study" I will personally flatten your tires.
If your recommendation becomes my boyfriend (minimum 1 year), you get paid. Tell your single friends. This is not a drill.
Despite the elaborate meme infrastructure surrounding this project: this is, in fact, a real date. Public place of your choice. Low pressure. Potentially excellent banter. Maybe horrifying chemistry. Maybe a beautiful love story historians will study centuries from now. Let's find out.
