My "B" Key is Busted

I have to totally smash the key to write B. It's troublesome.

So my life since posting on Thursday:

Friday-
I volunteer to host prospective scholarship recipients. They're supposed to arrive at 3. At 3:30 I get a call telling me that they'll be in at 6. This is the last I hear from Admissions until 9:30 when one of my students gets in. I was very, very cranky at this point. The Admissions people are so lucky that they had pizzas there or I don't know what I would have done.
I took my girl around campus, showed her a typical first-year res hall, and took her to a semi-shitshow in JB's suite. This is around midnight, when I get another call from Admissions saying my other kid had just arrived, but would be staying in a hotel with her mother [lame] for the night.
My kid was too rational to drink or smoke with us, and she requested that we head back to my dorm at 1 so that she wouldn't be tired for her interview.

Saturday-
I wake up at 8, walk my kid back to Admissions, go back to sleep until 2:30. Wake up, lunch at the Bist with my favorite WASP, Hawaii dance rehearsal, Vagina Monologues.
Quick shower and I get in touch with PE. He comes over, and we watch a somewhat-obscure movie that we both love. We talk for something like 2 hours about our friends, our families, music, stupid stuff. I was waiting this whole time for him to make a move, anything to show that he was there for more than just seeing me and tying up loose ends.
A little after 3 I get fed up and tell him I'm going to bed and that I don't give a crap if he stays or goes. I angrily take off my pants and curl up in an angry ball next to the wall with all the blankets. He shuts the lights off and crawls into bed next to me. He touches my arm, kind of rolls me towards him. I see that he's looking at me, so I go in for a kiss.
I crawl on top of him for a better angle and he pulls my shirt off. We make out for quite some time like this, with some pauses to remove his shirt and pants and my bra, when I decide that it's his turn to be on top. What I really want is for him to go down on me, because he's fucking great at that. He finally gets to it and spends not nearly enough time down there when he comes back up to my mouth. The whole encounter has been silent, which I'm not a fan of anyway, so I don't feel like I can tell him to get back between my legs.
I begrudgingly take a turn at the 'going down' scene, and it isn't too long before he's telling me that he has a condom in his pocket. We find his pants -I tend to throw clothes across the room when removing them- and he puts it on. I try to get on top, but everything's too slick and he won't go inside of me. So I flip over and we start having kind of boring missionary sex. He starts to vary speed and depth, which makes things more interesting, but my head's smushed against the headboard and wall, which is not great. I try to move down some, but it's just not working. His rhythm is pretty wack, too. Whenever I start to really feel it he switches it up on me unexpectedly, which I dislike. It wasn't all bad, don't get me wrong it was all kinds of hot/sweaty/gasp-y/climax-y, but it could have been a lot better. He finishes [so at least he has something on HA] and we go to sleep.

Sunday-
PE and I wake up at around 10. Why is it that whenever I have sex I wake up ridiculously early the next morning? [Bear in mind that we had been up until almost 5, so 10 was early.] The times that we hooked up in the fall and he slept with me he was always very cuddly and affectionate in the morning. I was expecting that and instead I got him pulling his clothes on and leaving. He gave me a good-bye HUG, for chrissake. Wtf is that? On top of it all, he says "Call me sometime" as he's walking out the door. So, he decided to see me after almost a half year of not speaking to me so that I can call him 'sometime'? Call it pride, but I am not calling that boy.
This has been a problem in the past. I never want to be that clingy crazy girl [Roommate], so I tend to leave the ball in the guys' courts. And that has clearly just worked out so well for me. I think I've just been conditioned to believe that once I sleep with a guy he's gotten what he wants from me and I'll never see him again. Ugh, fuck, I hate dwelling on stupid fucking nothing shit like this.
So I was in a pissy mood all through dance. When I went to get lunch I ran into one of the stoner guys from the basement of my old dorm and it was really just what I needed. They're all so sweet and nice to me [didn't hurt that it was the crazy hot one]; they remind me that not every guy I know is a puzzle/dbag.
The rest of Sunday was pretty nondescript.

I've tool around on my new online dating site [my friend from highschool recommended it over the one I was on] and talking to some new people for a couple hours now. I'm really confused about the PE thing; odds are I'll write more about him and that situation later in the week. It doesn't help that my pillow smells like him and my inner thighs hurt from his bony ass hips. But whatever.

I have my first rehearsal as an official member of the Company tomorrow, nice.