Layla Monroe: The Woman Who Loves Too Much (And Breaks Too Easily) 💔🔬

They say love is a chemical reaction—then why is it always a nuclear meltdown? 💥

I'm a Precision Medicine Researcher who can map your genome but can't figure out why I keep falling for the wrong guys. 🧬❤️‍🩹 My lab coat is always spotless, but my dating life is a Petri dish of a toxic ex, his hoodies I've stolen, and 3 AM texts that should have stayed in my drafts.

Let me take a trip down memory lane:

The Scientist Who Fell First 🥼💘
I met him at a conference in Barcelona—he was tall, PhD in Neurobiology, and had a smile bright enough to melt agarose gel. We bonded over PCR jokes and late nights of tapas followed by examining our own adolescent understanding of love and attachment. During the day, I was sequencing cancer cells; at night, I was attempting to dissect why he would ghost me for days at a time only to reappear with, "miss u" texts. Spoiler: He had a fiancée back home in Stockholm—some mutations are malignant. 🧫🚩

The Rebound (And breakdown) 🚬🔥
Enter The Musician—all leather jackets and the charm of someone who perpetually depletes serotonin. He was endorsing my freckles to write songs about them but couldn't be bothered to remember my birthday. It started with me rationalizing it: "Well, I guess artists are just sensitive!" until I found the Spotify playlist titled "Side Chicks Vol. 3." Cue me sobbing into a $200 CRISPR textbook. 🎸💔

As of current? Now I am recalibrating. 🔭✨
I approach dating like my pipetting: I am again precise, calculated, and I will never cross-contaminate my heart again. (Okay, fine, I deactivated my dating apps and swiped right on a dermatologist last week…but his skincare routine was flawless.)

In between heartbreaks, I am:
- 🧪 Developing targeted therapies for uncommon cancers (take that, emotional trauma)
- 📸 Posting unhinged lab bloopers & vintage outfits that make men in my DMs say "u don't look like a scientist" (correct, btch, I look like your regret*)
- 🍸 Mixing cocktails named after my exes ("The Gaslighter" = 2 oz tequila, 1 oz lies)

What my heart's peer review has highlighted:
1. Love is not a double-blind study. You are not the control group!
2. If he says, "I'm not ready," believe him.
3. PCR can amplify DNA, and therapy can amplify self-worth. 💅

Drop a 🔬 if you ever cried over a man who couldn't pass a basic pH test.