Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

So I kept waiting for Mr. Math to contact me about "hanging out" that week. Especially since he had mentioned definitely hanging out that weekend during his ex's "Boyfriend/Girlfriend" thing. But instead, what I got was nothing.

No texts, no phone calls, no messages... nothing.

So I tried to take matters into my own hands. I asked him what he was doing on Saturday, and he said that he was at a long-boarding party. He didn't ask me what I was doing, or make plans to see me, or anything.

Since just a simple text hadn't gotten his attention, I decided that I needed to be bold. Since it was labor day weekend and we didn't have school that day, I contacted him on Monday evening.

Me: I've been thinking about you all day... and it's NOT innocent. ;)

And I got... no response. I was freaking out because he wasn't responding to me. He ended up texting me the following morning:

Mr. Math: Lolz, my phone died last night. But thanks for the consideration.

Ok, first of all. "Lolz?" Who the fuck says "lolz?!"

The phone dying did make sense as to why he hadn't responded to me, but I didn't appreciate his "thanks for the consideration" comment. He didn't seem at all disappointed that he had missed out on having amazing sex with me. Plus, he made no further arrangement to see me. It was definitely a rejection.

I responded with a bitchy, "No need to thank me. It's your loss." To which I got no response.

Then, I got Sam's opinion.

Sam: So you're telling me that he could have had sex with you any day this week, particularly this weekend? And he did nothing? He definitely was getting it on the side.

Sam, of course, was right.

Sam: If he doesn't know that you like him, your bitchy response might have confused him. You need to text him and tell him how you feel.

I had no idea how he could NOT know how I felt. Not only did I have sex with him when he was in a relationship, but I told him that I would have sex with him again even though he ripped my fucking vagina. I showered with him. I told him that I thought he looked good, despite the fact that he was sweaty and covered in paint from working on his apartment. Plus, in general, my face probably was glowing around him, as I show expression very easily. So in my opinion, it was no shit, Sherlock.

Me: Sam, that's not something that you should do via text.
Sam: Well, it doesn't look like you have any other choice. Your attempts to get his attention didn't work, so this is the only way.

So I bit the bullet and sent Mr. Math a text.

Me: I really like you, but I feel like you're just stringing me along/jerking me around. What's the deal?
Mr. Math: I'm kinda seeing somebody else right now. I'm not sure what's going to happen with me and her. Can we still be friends?
Me: Did you know how I felt?
Mr. Math: No, actually that came as a surprise to me :/

....What. An. Idiot.

Me: I'll be your friend if you answer my questions honestly. So you had no intention of dating me, you just wanted to fool around?
Mr. Math: Yeah, that's what I thought we were doing. Sorry if I was being confusing.


At least he redeemed himself. Kind-of. He hadn't known that I liked him, so he hadn't known what he was doing to me when he told me we were going to have sex that week, and then didn't even contact me.

Even so, the situation just sucked. I've only seen him once since this whole thing happened, and that was when I was waiting outside of my classroom one day and he walked into the building.

He came over and sat next to me, and we talked really awkwardly for about ten minutes.

That was it.

Another thing: he was the one who kept saying, "Let's be friends. Let's be friends. Let's be friends," and yet, he hasn't contacted me to hang out at all. Not even once.

Elton pulled that same shit when he and I broke up. And guess what? We have not talked to each other since. At all.

Some friend.

Anyway, here's the kicker: Mr. Math is now in a relationship. With a girl who is not the same girl he was skating with. Talk about player extreme. If he's wondering why I decided to post about him on here, that was it.

In the words of P!nk:

"White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight 
Clench of jaw, I've got another headache again tonight 
Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and the burn from all the tears 
I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you 
Tie a knot in the rope, trying to hold, trying to hold, 
But there's nothing to grab so I let go 

I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much 
I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss) 
You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of shit 
My head is spinning so (blow me one last kiss)"