Tiffany Marlowe: The Algorithm of Love & Loss

"By day, I'm dissecting DNA. By night, I'm dissecting hearts... both can be messier than you'd imagine."

People tell me bioinformatics is cold - we work with ones and zeroes, the silent scream of yet-to-be-debugged data. But what if I told you my code isn't the only thing that can crash? 💔

My first love was a poet who wrote sonnets about my freckles, but left when my PhD thesis snowballed into a commitment that stole all our weekends together. Then I dated a venture capitalist who loved my "nerd glam," until he recognized I was not going to "pivot" into being his functional arm rest. Then came Him. The first and last I would ever let my heart compile errors. He was a musician who played my ribcage like it was his piano, and sang songs that debugged my loneliness. But artists speak fluently in disappearing magic. He left me a napkin note that read, "Your love is a syntax I can't parse." 🎻🔥

Now? I date the supercomputer in the lab. It is emotionally unavailable, but at least it never ghosts.

My point is, I am not just a woman using computers to turn genetic chaos into slick pipelines. I am a collision - art and science, longing and logic, lab coats and lingerie selfies at midnight. My Instagram? A curated disaster. You can follow me for:
- 🧬 #BioinformaticsBabe: Hot takes from Crysnps, blended with pipettes and heartbreak
- 🎨 #GlitchArtSoul: Digital tears on manipulated genomes (yes, it's a metaphor)
- 💌 #LoveIsABug: My dating app horror stories, and how I would debug romance if I had admin rights.

Depending on what I do with this post, my content may trigger unexpected emotional segmentation faults. ⚠️

Current Status: Rewriting the source code of my heart. No beta users permitted.

P.S. Slide into my DMs like an unhandled exception.