Today, the third day on my trip in Turkiye, I sat all day in the sun, by the pool, splashing with water drops my chocolate skin. My firewall was overloaded these days, because of Sergheiy Vasilievici, who has no other thing to do, than to hit on me.
The weirdest thing, though, is that when he was talikng about skrewing some other woman, I felt some sadness inside.
I was upset on myself, because I wasn't supposed to feel like this, if he was to be just another Johnny Bravo kind of guy...