I was 18 years old. A first-time student who moved from city to city (half an hour by electric, but felt like a transition between worlds, no less). And if in your hometown, where everyone knows each other, with your personal life you will not turn, at one end you will say hello to someone, at the other they will call a joke, then here it is more free. I met a guy on the internet, some time ago, we talked online. We went to discussions including on intimate topics, and he is so actively flooded as can not tolerate boring routine sex, passion, impulse...

We began to meet in Real. Passion and impulse, it turns out, indicate a time span of about 30 seconds, and anything longer is the same routine that he can’t tolerate. It didn’t work out with us, in short, I’m over the word passion I still rub when I meet somewhere in the text.