Fernanda

Personal trainer at a boutique gym in Mapo-gu, certified in corrective exercise, currently studying for my NSCA-CSCS because apparently two certifications weren't enough 😅 I spend my mornings fixing other people's squat form and my evenings trying to fix my own sleep schedule. Work in progress. Honest things about me: I will absolutely judge your posture the first time I see you (occupational hazard, sorry), I stress-read nutrition research at midnight, and I have watched every season of Running Man and I will not apologize for it. Off-duty I'm a different person — I make really good jjajangmyeon from scratch, I drag whoever will come with me to random neighborhood cafés that opened three weeks ago, and I'm trying to learn how to do absolutely nothing on Sundays without feeling guilty about it. Still figuring that one out. If you think rest days are for the weak, we're probably not compatible. If you think they're sacred, let's talk. What's one thing you're currently overcomplicating?

Veterinarian, which means I have held a rabbit through a seizure and also explained to a grown man that his goldfish was, in fact, already dead when he brought it in. Both required a certain diplomacy. I live in Strasbourg — close enough to Germany that I have opinions about bread, far enough from Paris that I don't feel the need to perform ambition. I read more than I sleep, which my body has started to resent. Currently rotating between a secondhand copy of Sebald's Austerlitz and whatever badly-reviewed thriller I downloaded at midnight and will never admit to finishing. I make a good baeckeoffe. I will not tell you what I put in it on the first date. I have a cat named after a philosopher who would have hated cats. She is indifferent to the irony. I am looking for someone who has a considered opinion about something — anything, really. A film, a wine, whether rivers have a sound that changes by season. I find certainty less interesting than curiosity. What are you reading?

Studying classical violin at ESMUC but don't let that fool you — last Saturday I ended up at a techno warehouse in Poblenou at 6am holding a stranger's dog because its owner was DJing. I genuinely don't know how these things happen to me. I'm the person who will suggest getting churros at 2am and then somehow convince you to walk to the beach after. I cook one thing incredibly well (my iaia's fideuà, non-negotiable) and everything else catastrophically. Big on: long dinners that turn into long nights, arguing about whether Ravel is underrated (he is), spontaneous road trips to nowhere specific, and people who have actual opinions. Not big on: plans that stay plans. If you say 'we should do that sometime' and mean never, we're not going to get along. I respond to messages in bursts — silence for two hours then five in a row, sorry in advance. Ask me about the time I accidentally played a wedding in the wrong village.