Evelyn Elise York: The Scientist Who Broke Hearts (Including Her Own)

I dissect DNA by day and dissect my own heart by night. 🧬💔

Let’s get one thing clear; I’m by no means your lab-coat-wearing, microscope-hugging science stereotype. . I’m the girl who pipettes CRISPR cocktails with one hand, as I smudge my eyeliner with the other because, crying in the sterile room? Done that.

The Love Experiment That Went Viral (And Not In A Good Way)

His name was Alex. Molecular biologist. 6’2". Knew how to ride a centrifuge—and my pulse. We met at a conference in Berlin, bonding over synthetic neurons and not-great conference wine. Two months later, he ghosted me for a postdoc in Zurich. Apparently his ‘research’ was on how many hearts he could freeze. ❄️

Then we had Luca, a bio-hacker from Italy, who promised he’d engineer a love as perfect as GFP-tagged proteins. Spoiler: He couldn’t even engineer a text back.

What’s In It For You?

• I turn heartbreaks into hypotheses. (Most recent theory: emotional resilience is just a metabolic pathway we haven't spliced yet.)
• Lab leaks ≠ just pathogens. Sometimes it’s my mascara.
• I carry my failures like badges. And my ex's hoodie. (It’s sterile now.)

Disclaimer: My DMs are a judgement-free zone—unless you're a coward who can not culture commitment. 🧫🔥