I'm not Pedro Pascal, but...

What happens when a Brazilian heart gets tired of being a menu item.

This one opens a new space in my newsletter. The first "paid" post that I'm doing. And this comes with two reasons:

1. It's the most vulnerable thing I've ever written and published publicly. So I need to make it a safer space for myself, and by closing it to "paid readers," I can kindly "control" who's reading and what the "damage" might be.

2. The point above sounds like a good excuse to monetize myself and my Substack. But it's not. I don't think this possible income will make a big change in my month. But still, yeah, it helps my work as a writer, and helps to "buy me a coffee." So, why not? It's a win-win.

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This is the most vulnerable thing I've ever published. If you've ever felt invisible in love or tired of casual connections, this one's for you.

If you wanna keep reading, this is what happens when Bruno gets real:

• The jealousy confession that made me question everything - Why a random Instagram post about "4 years together" sent me into a spiral (and what it revealed about what I really want)

• The Pedro Pascal theory - How being "contextually attractive" in the age of dating apps turned love into a menu... and why I'm tired of being both customer and product

• What my German friend saw that I couldn't hide - The moment someone called me out on my dating patterns and I realized I've been running from the very thing I want most

• The brutal honesty experiment - Why telling the truth to women keeps backfiring, and the uncomfortable reason most guys choose to lie instead

• Friday night confessions - What happens when you could have sex but all you want is to cuddle with someone who doesn't exist yet

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Everything starts with a big pain inside my chest.

Last night I was at a very intimate concert by Felipe Baldomir here in Portugal. It was a kind of pop-up concert. And before the show, I was checking his Instagram, just scrolling, to see how he promotes himself as an artist. Sometimes I like to analyze these things.

Then I found a post where he was with his partner. The post was celebrating their relationship. The first line was something like "Thanks for being my best friend for the last 4 years."

I saw that and my first reaction was nauseous, you know? That feeling when you see something too cheesy and it feels weird?

And then I made a mean comment to my best friend who was with me:

"Look at this, nonsense. If I was celebrating 4 years with my partner, I would never start a post saying thanks for being my best friend."

Honestly, I spent the whole day today thinking about this comment. I am fucking jealous of Felipe and his partner.