On the second part of our exchange, when they came to our country, was a party that my friend was throwing. At first we had maybe 2 shots and then we started dancing. While I was dancing I realized that one guy (who was one of those hot guys) was kind of alone so I grabbed his hands and started to dance with him. At first it was just friendly and gradually we were dancing close to each other and he started to touch my butt. And suddenly, when we were looking to each other's eyes he started to kiss me. It was my first kiss. We were kissing with tongue and people were looking at us, taking photos. Then we had a couple of shots and starting dancing again, and kissing, and dancing, and kissing. (I don't want this to be half of an hour long so I will skip some parts.) Later we were also outside and we talked a little bit and hugged/cuddled. Then I had to go out to help my friend who was not feeling so well. We didn't meet again that night. The following day, he came to me and asked me if I was feeling okay (I threw up at the party) and somehow it got a little awkward, also because my friends were there and also listening. We haven't spoken for the rest of the day. The next day, I wanted so badly to say something to him and, at least, take things back to normal and not to feel so awkward. I knew he wasn't feeling anything for me and I knew I haven't been feeling anything for him, because we barely spoke at the party. But also I kind of liked him and I wanted him to kiss me again. Unfortunately it was the last day of the exchange and I didn't have the right chance or time to talk to him. All of the people from exchange were coming to the beach at 8pm and we had to walk them to their bus at 9:30pm. So at 8pm we got some beer and came to the beach. It was really nice weather and the perfect place and time to have a goodbye "gathering". At 9:30 we had to leave the beach so they won't be late for their bus. I was playing the music from the speakers while we were walking. Then I kind of intentionally got closer to him and he gave me a sip of the wine from his bottle. We were smiling to each other and walk-dancing. When it got to the point when we had to say goodbye to everyone, one person after the other started to cry. I didn't cry then and I purposely wanted to say goodbye to Him at the end, and I'm pretty much sure that he wanted that too. So when it came to our goodbye he kissed me sweet on the lips once and then twice. I was surprised but also happy that he did that. Then I said goodbye to some people for the second time and then Our looks met again and he came to me and kissed me twice again. He said to me that we have to meet again someday. When everybody finally got onto the bus I started to cry. I kept thinking that it wasn't fair, because he was so cute and handsome and now he has to leave. On the ride home I cried and I missed him. From the day after the party to the first day without him (today) I had that feeling in my stomach that I was hungry (like normal) but I didn't want to do "the act" of eating. Now I'm wondering if it was from this whole experience? Did that ever happen to You? And generally what do You think about this whole situation? Should I just forget about this/him?