As What To Define It?

I met the boy I will tell you about at the beginning of the summer at the hotel where I worked. Then I had a serious relationship (almost 3 years), which squeezed me to the maximum and I was wondering how to end it anyway. Once I saw it, I decided I wanted to have it until the end of the summer, even though I was committed. As soon as my boyfriend and I broke up (due to misunderstandings accumulated over time), I had no intention of waiting, but I took action. It didn't take long. I spent three evenings with him, after which he left. Until then, I hadn't slept with anyone but my boyfriend and I just wanted to try something new and fun, without having expectations or desires for something serious. I had just finished this "serious". And they had told me he couldn't give me anything serious. That's what he looked like - a man on a hunt for summer emotions. That suited me perfectly. The next day, after he left he called me, as well as the next one .. and then the next one .. He called me and wrote to me every day. This surprised me because I didn't even expect to hear anything more from him, despite the way he behaved and talked the last night we were together. He said he would miss me, which of course I didn't take seriously and just responded with the same. Well, maybe I was honest, because we had a pretty good time ... I felt good with him. I thought maybe he wanted to "keep me on the line." We both study in both parts of Bulgaria, but our hometowns are close. He kept saying that he wanted to come and see me, but we kept going or we just didn't come and I thought he wouldn't come ... until last week, when he actually came. He was standing by the car waiting for me ... handsome, tall, with a body, what a lot of men would want… and this man had come for me. When he saw me he smiled .. he hugged me and kissed me as if he had been waiting for him for a long time .. I looked around anxiously to see who was next to us .. but shortly after that I no longer cared who was looking at us. What did it matter. We started with coffee and ended the evening alone .. I remembered how nice he touches and kisses. He told me how glad he was that he came and very soon he wants to see me again, but not for one night ... He told me again that he will miss me. Do men often start a car and drive miles (though not much) for a few minutes of sex at the end of the evening? All the time I'm thinking about what game he's playing and whether he's honest. "Men are just organized, they always say what they think." All I wanted from him was one or a few nights of passion and sex. It's been a long time since then, we are still in touch. We write to each other every day, but I don't really know as much about him as he does about me. She doesn't care, she doesn't ask me questions about my past, I don't know much about him either. Our conversations are not very meaningful and fulfilling, but we still keep in touch. He addresses me with all sorts of kind words, behaves as if I were his. "We will have everything, you will not miss anything." I still don't want anything serious, but I wonder what he wants? Old fan * :) I still don't want anything serious, but I wonder what he wants? Old fan * :) I still don't want anything serious, but I wonder what he wants? Old fan * :)