9 days ago I broke up with Max. And I don't regret (although I expected to). In fact, I don't even think about him. Practically never.
There is another man in my life. Nothing serious, we just talk to each other online every day. Nikita. He always asks for my photos and says I'm pretty. Always. That's really pleasant considering the fact that I haven't heard any compliments from Max for a long time, especally last time before we stopped communicating, or their number was so little, that these moments don't remain in my memory.
Last week he, Nikita, got drunk as a monkey with his friends and wrote to me something not as unexpective as it could be. He likes me, blah blah blah, thinks of me all the time and so on. I'm not sure I should take these words seriously, all in all, he was drunk. But the only thing which is surely true is that he doesn't takes me just as a friend. I don't know where it's all going, what will be in the future. I'm even not sure about him. I suppose, he will suggest to become partners, but I'm not sure what to answer. Argh, sometimes it's really difficult to socialise with boys.
Tomorrow we are going to the cinema. Interstellar, I'm ready to watch it again and again