Thursday, May 19, 2011

Why I Don't Hate (and Kinda Like) the Math Teacher


So maybe he doesn't sound like the greatest guy. But then again, you don't know the whole story...

Sunday
After having been dumped by Fuckface, sad and upset and drunk, and blowing off some mad steam, I hooked up with the Math Teacher. It was my decision. I stand by it. He seemed like a nice, fun, harmless guy in my group of friends. He told me I was beautiful and sexy about five million times. Super validating. When I decided it was time for me to leave, he wanted me to stay. But I wanted to go. He walked me down to the street and put me in a cab. And texted me to make sure I got home safe.

Wednesday
When out with all our mutual friends, he didn't act like anything had happened. He didn't kiss and tell. He said nothing. That - while should be the way people always are with personal, private matters such as these - is not the way they often are. He didn't brag. He didn't try to get more out of me. We talked like friends. We laughed about Sunday. We walked down the street together at the end of the night. I got in a cab. I went home.

Friday
Out for a friend's birthday two days later, the whole gang went crazy all over town. We drank and danced. I was too drunk (again) and tired and sad. I made out with the Math Teacher half the night. And danced with him. At the end of the night, I said I wouldn't go home with him. I told him - I'm tired. And I'm sad. "I don't want to hook up with you." "That's okay," he said. "Come over anyways...I'll take care of you." And he did. I went over and nothing happened. Not even more kissing. He held me ALL night. ALL night. I don't think Fuckface ever did that. He was always too hot or too tired or couldn't get comfortable. In the morning he made me breakfast and we watched a movie. A "Rock" movie. Random. He walked me down to the street again so we could get a cab. "Maybe we should go on a date?" he asked. I thought this a really weird, unlikely turn of events. "Sure," I had said. What did I have to lose? What else did I have to do?

Wednesday
He took me to Founding Farmers for dinner. The conversation was random and funny and good. He paid. I had a moment in the restroom where I was looking in the mirror and for the first time in awhile now, I was having fun. I felt good about myself again. We had the lamest, worst peck of a kiss outside a cab and I went home alone.

Sunday
He hadn't called. Or texted. Or emailed. Oh well, I had thought. I guess he didn't like me. It doesn't really matter, because I didn't like him. Not really. I mean, I don't even know him. And I'm a heartbroken trainwreck. We'll just be friends. No biggie. But I saw him out, with all my friends again. He was attentive. He asked me if I wanted to go bowling the next week. I said: "You wanna go out with me again?" "Why wouldn't I?" he asked incredulously. "Didn't we have fun?" "Yes. We did." I said back. And that is true. We really did - have a good time. "But you didn't call me," I said casually. "OH," he said for a moment. "Well I knew I'd see you here." "That's not good enough," I said. "You have to call or text after a date." "I'm an idiot," he said. "I can text you. I'll text you all the time." "Alright, we'll go bowling," I agreed.

Monday-Friday
He texted me. A lot. Every day. All day. About nothing in particular.

Friday
I blew him off for bowling. I was too tired and depressed in reality. I told him I was sick.

Saturday-Tuesday
He texted me all day every day. Asking me how I was feeling. What symptoms I was having. Was I eating anything? Tuesday he rescheduled our date. Instead of bowling we had dinner.

Thursday
Dinner at Darlington House in Dupont. Again he paid. Again the conversation was good. We went back to his place and watched some tv and made out a little. Nothing major. I told him that I thought he had the wrong idea about me. Because our first encounter was so casual. And that on top of that I was a mess and just broke up with someone and didn't know if I was able to really do anything with him. He said he didn't expect anything. "But I'm a mess!" I urged him to comprehend. "You are kind of a mess," he said. "I'm not fun right now," I said. "Let me decide what is fun," he said.

Saturday
He told me he stopped seeing another girl (a girl I knew he was also seeing, I just didn't care) because he wanted to be with me. I told him he didn't have to do that. That I hadn't asked him to do that. That we weren't ANYTHING. That we were "cool." "I don't wanna be cool," he said. "But we are," I simply repeated again.

Sunday
I was hanging out with our mutual friends. "What's going on with you and the Math Teacher?" one mutual guy friend wanted to know. "I don't know. Nothing," I said. "You hang out all the time," the friend came back at me with curiosity... "He actually likes you. He's just worried about being the rebound guy." "But he IS the rebound guy. Isn't he?"

Tuesday
We rescheduled our bowling date for Friday night.

Friday
Tomorrow night we're going bowling.


In short, I don't know why everyone reading this blog hates him so much. Yeah we hooked up. Maybe that was lame of him. Yeah I'm sad and depressed and often drunk and maybe not ready to date. But I was honest with him. And you know what - we've been SORTA hanging out/dating for 5 weeks. 5 weeks! And I haven't done anything but 13 year old PG kissing since that first night. And he's still dating me?????!!!!! Maybe I'm the greatest hookup he's ever had in his life and he MUST HAVE A REPEAT OR DIE (which I find really unlikely) or maybe he likes me??? I don't know guys. What I do know is:

I don't give a shit. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of being alone. I'm tried of having no fun. He is fun. And funny. And nice. And a distraction. And treats me WELL ENOUGH. And did I mention he was TALL and HOT???

So there you go...don't hate on the Math Teacher. Because I don't.

Cheers,
T

14 comments:

Maura said...

Honey, even if every single reader hates the Math teacher...guess what? It doesn't matter. Your life, your decisions, and we don't get to judge. A comments section is not an invite to judge your life.

Easier said than done, as I know comments have rubbed me the wrong way (very few times, but it's happened).

Keep doing what you think is best and healthy.

Alison said...

You don't need to justify it to anyone. If you like him and enjoy being with him, then go out with him. And it sounds like you do.

IntrigueMe said...

I don't hate the math teacher... I think it's great you're out having fun with someone else!

Storm. Kat Storm. said...

I agree with Maura and Alison... Don't justify how you feel, just feel it. You're the only person that matters in this equation.
Well, and him. But not us. ;-) We're here to support you and oohhh and aww when he's sweet and call him a bastard when he fucks up.

And bowling is awesome.

andy said...

"We're here to support you and oohhh and aww when he's sweet and call him a bastard when he fucks up."

No, that's not why I'm here. I like to think true friendship goes beyond blind cooing and awing over whatever dumb wick comes along next, only to turn around and label him FuckTeacher when he does mess up.

I'm here to say it how it is. That's true friendship.

Toddy said...

Maura, Alison, IntrigueMe, StormKat and Andy --- thanks for all the comments and all the support. I know its my life. And my decision. I appreciate what you guys have to say even if I disagree with it. And I appreciate your wholly uncensored criticism and honesty Andy - really I do. Just prepare yourselves to hear a little more, if not a lot more about the math teacher. And btw- I treat him like shit and he pretty much follows me around like a dog treating me great. I'm the asshole here. I assure you. Cheers, T.

Heather said...

I shouldn't have said "TeamAndy" on Twitter... what do I know? I just wanted to know why he hates him so much because you seem to be living in the reality of your feelings so I didn't understand why Andy was so against him.
Go with it... deep down I think people usually know what is right for themselves, it is the butting in of friends and other voices that makes them second guess.

Anonymous said...

Well, you're doing a good job of provingh what I told you before, that men love bitches. I wish you tlreated Mr U like shit. You'll still be togetherm

Sory I'm rtipsy

vvk said...

If he works for you, then he works for you... my/some-of-our not liking him is irrelevant.

Have fun and be safe...

D said...

I like him. He's respecting you and you guys are having fun and hanging out. It could be something, it could be nothing. It's summer, just take care of yourself and have fun.

Susanlee said...

Please note: I have always been pro-math teacher fun. -sticks tongue out at Andy and the haters-

Jolene said...

Math Teacher seems like a great guy. I don't hate on him and agree with not feeling like you need to justify yourself though I don't think this post's intent was justification so much as an update on what you two have been up to. Treating him like shit though...I don't get that part or why you are? Do you really want to push him away instead or see how much he really cares maybe (what he'll put up with)?

Betsy said...

Just keep being honest with him! It's a ballsy, but good, policy.

City Girl said...

You tell 'em, Toddy! (Or should that be: you tell us - lol.) If you're happy, we're happy! And, whether or not he ends up being the rebound guy, you've been honest with him, and he doesn't seem like a bad guy. xoxo