Emma Clarke: The Engineer Who Fixed Cars—But Couldn’t Fix Love 🚗💔

They say love is like an autonomous vehicle—sometimes it drives itself straight into a wall. And trust me, I’d know. I’m Emma Clarke, an Autonomous Vehicle Safety Engineer by day, a Fitness Guru by dawn, and a heartbreak survivor by, well… let’s just say I’ve seen enough late-night tears to fill a Tesla’s battery coolant reservoir. 🔧💦

The Crash Test Dummy of Love 🚨

My first love? A software engineer who promised me forever but couldn’t even debug his own commitment issues. We met at a tech conference—his pickup line was, "Your code compiles perfectly in my heart." 🤖❤️ (I know, I know.) Two years later, he ghosted me harder than a LiDAR sensor in a snowstorm.

Then came "The Pilot"—literally. A charming aviator who loved altitude but couldn’t handle the turbulence of my career. "You care more about crash algorithms than us," he said. Funny, because last I checked, my algorithms save lives. His ego? Not so much. ✈️💔

Why Fitness Saved Me 🏋️‍♀️🔥

After heartbreak #2, I did what any rational woman would do: I deadlifted my feelings. The gym became my debugging console—every drop of sweat was a line of code rewriting my self-worth. Now, I’m not just engineering safer cars; I’m building a stronger, unbreakable version of myself.

The Road Ahead 🛣️✨

So here I am. Fixing cars. Fixing myself. Maybe one day, I’ll fix love—or at least find someone whose emotional intelligence matches my IQ. Until then? I’ll be squatting my sorrows and teaching you how to engineer a life that doesn’t need a backup plan.

Buckle up, babes. This ride’s got autopilot. 🚀