Maximum Confusion

Once I was done with my geology program this past summer, I returned to my apartment at school, and was just working full-time for the rest of the summer. Mr. Math made a point of contacting me a month-- and then a week-- before he was supposed to come back and fix up his apartment. In both instances, he made it clear that he wanted to hang out with me when he wasn't busy doing apartment stuff.

Score! I was so excited. It was definitely a good sign that he was already thinking about hanging out with me before he was even back at school.

When he came back, we definitely got it on. Before anything happened, I told him about The Problem. I was so worried that he would hate me and never talk to me again, but he proved me wrong. He was actually very sweet about the whole thing, apologizing and giving me a hug.

Mr. Math: So... does that mean I'm on your No-Sex List?
Me: *blush* Not exactly... *wink*

We went on to take a steamy shower together...

Then, since he had taken to the nasty business of The Problem so well, I decided to open up to him further and tell him about this very blog.

Me: So I started a blog.
Mr. Math: About what?
Me: About SEX!
Mr. Math: I want to read it! *then later* It's funny! I'm glad you didn't write about me... (hahahahaha... well, I hadn't then. and now... he can just suck it)

Again, good signs. He didn't run away from me waving a gigantic "Slut" banner.

Then things got complicated. I was trying to figure out if he actually wanted to date me or if he only wanted to have sex with me. But I was having a terrible time doing so.

Signs He Wanted to Date Me

• ·      When we got food one night, he shared his drink with me
• ·      We would talk about our lives
• ·      He gave me a foot massage
• ·      He would tell me that he wanted to hang out with me again the next day
• ·      We agreed to burn each other CD's of bands that we liked
• ·      He wanted me to meet his good friends
• ·    He would constantly start tickle fights with me
• ·      We were watching Fight Club, and that woman who was described as looking like "Meryl Streep's smiling skeleton" started talking about how she was dying, and how all she wanted was to have sex one more time. I said that that would probably be me. He patted me on the knee and said, "I’ll have sex with you when you’re about to die, even if you look like a smiling Meryl Streep’s skeleton. That would go against my rules for girls I normally sleep with, but for you I would.”
• ·      He made me a sandwich

Signs He Just Wanted Sex

• ·      One time he invited me to his place for the sole purpose of me bringing him alcohol. I'm over 21, and he is not.
• ·      He told me to take off my shirt when we were hanging out
• ·      We were discussing our animalistic night last March, and there were things that we each didn't remember about it. He said, "Let’s have sex when we’re both sober enough to remember it."
• ·      He told me that "Hanging tonight gave me something to do,” as if he didn't have anything better to do.
• ·      He would always make last-minute plans with me.
• ·      He would talk about the perks of being single
• ·      He told me to call him when The Problem was fixed
• ·      He talked about how other girls were hot in front of me

Based on these lists, I was pretty confused. However, I finally came to the conclusion that he just wanted sex. Most of the stuff on the first list could be explained by the fact that we were already friends. Furthermore, he had explicitly said that he wanted to have sex with me, but he hadn't explicitly asked me on a date or anything.

So I was fully prepared to take advantage of the fact that we both wanted to jump each other's bones. The last time I hung out with him, we basically were about to have sex, when his roommate walked in. Mr. Math told me that we definitely should "hang out" later that week (or rather, have sex later that week). I texted him on Wednesday asking him what he was doing that night. Mr. Math said that he was going skating. Well, okay.

I actually ran into him while he was skating. He was with some girl.

It took me awhile, but I finally figured out what bothered me about the situation. If nothing was going on with him and this girl, he would've said, "I'm skating with my friend [name]." However, he totally left the girl out of it, suggesting that he didn't want me to know about her.

However, he also kept stopping me from leaving.

Me: Well, I'll let you guys get back to skating then. *turns to walk away*

Mr. Math: Wait, what are you doing this weekend? I want to get away from my friends.

Me: Um... why?

Mr. Math: Because my ex is having her "Boyfriend/Girlfriend" thing and I do not want to be there for that.

Me: Well, I'm not sure what I'm doing yet. We could probably hang out. *turns to walk away*

Mr. Math: Oh, let me know the next time you go to the liquor store. 'Cause I need alcohol...

Me: ...Okay. *turns to leave*

Mr. Math: Do you have football tickets?

Me: No... but my coworker was trying to get me to go to a game.

Mr. Math: Well let me know when you decide to go to a game.

So here he was with this skater girl, and he kept calling after me as I kept trying to leave them to it. What gives?

I was beyond confused. And it was only about to get worse.