Well today was awkward and I don't know what to think, though I feel that there's not much of a future here which is too bad. Things started off really well, and yesterday was pretty great, but today was just...awkward.
I heard back from her on the weekend, as she had had a migraine and turned down notifications on her phone then hadn't checked or seen my messages. I asked her the other day if she still wanted help moving, as I'd offered to save her some money and had nothing going on, and she said sure, if it wasn't too much of a bother but no need to worry if so. I said that I could and didn't mind.
Well, I showed up to her friend's -- where she was staying -- place at about 10:15 yesterday morning, and texted her to let her know I was there. She said she'd come out and show me where the back door was, and we could start loading things. We did, and it went well. Got one load, went over and dropped it off at the house (me doing most of the lifting and loading, and her moving stuff once I got it brought in, though some just remained in their main living room area). I ended up doing a few loads with her, but couldn't get her futon because she thought it was too big for the back of the truck, with the cover on, and I felt bad about that. I'd asked if I should remove the cover before coming over, but she had said no, that things would be okay, and by the time we were moving stuff it was too much of a hassle, because it's basically bolted on.
The guy who was going to move her was there, though, helping the other two roommates move their stuff with his big trailer. This being a 62 year old, skinny man, who could almost have done the whole thing himself. He was telling us about how he'd loaded some of the big, heavy items himself, but we helped unload -- myself included -- as soon as we could, and ended up doing more than at least one of her roommates if not both, with their own stuff. At one point my arms kind of gave out, because they're not used to so much lifting.
She asked if she could treat me to lunch. I didn't want to take too much from her (I had said I would just have to put a bit of gas back in the truck, about $20, and she said she'd cover that, then tried to give me $40 but I gave her back one of the twenties) but agreed and we went out for food, then stopped and got coffee and went to Walmart to get stuff for her cat and let her get groceries. That went pretty well. She had mentioned not having much money, and though I'm not flush myself, I quietly put her cat food through with my energy drinks and a toy I'd gotten for her kitten. He's INCREDIBLY hyper and isn't allowed to leave her room unless supervised, and just doesn't understand.
Then we went back to her place, laid on the floor together with a shared pillow for a while, and cuddled and made out. She seemed really happy. We had spoken to her two female roommates and they made things really awkward by saying she owed me sexual favours, then all three of them eventually talked about personal sex toys. But I didn't press and am not sex driven or pushy about it. We laid there, played with her cat, and then after a while we went back out to help her roommates move more stuff and, after that, went in the guy's truck to her friend's house and picked up the futon, a desk and a couple of other things. Then brought that stuff in and set it up.
Then, we cuddled some more...more of the same pretty much, and I said I should head out soon at one point but she eventually asked me to say if I could and was alright with it. She'd had her bra off a couple of times, but I didn't make much of a move because I didn't bring anything. We fooled around some at night, I fell asleep but she couldn't, then I woke up because her cat started going nuts again at 2am (I liked him and pet him and tried to keep him quiet, but he just doesn't understand why he can't explore or like the fan above her room). She came back in, tried to quiet him down and went back to bed, and we eventually passed out again. Then woke up to hammering in the basement (renovations they should've been aware of but seemed to have forgotten about) at 7:30-7:45 in the morning. Hammering and drilling below us. The one oldest roommate flipped out and yelled, which made it tougher to sleep, then they were messaging the landlord.
At this point she said her back hurt, and she didn't want to be rude, but everything was getting to her and she needed some space. She asked if I could -- after taking a bit of time to wake up and get dressed and whatnot -- head out soon so that she could have a bit of space. I said sure, then awkwardly got ready and left, but forgot I'd left my wallet and keys in her room and couldn't find my one sock. I ended up just leaving it there because we both looked and it was awkward. Then I drove home.
She saw a scratch on her bedroom floor when we looked, possibly from myself and the guy bringing the futon in or her piling and pushing stuff around before. The mover wasn't gentle and neither was anyone else, though I tried to be and they tried to try. The one roommate pushed something across the hardwood floors, everyone walked in with their wet and slushy boots on and nobody washed the floor, then the roommate broke something in the bathroom in the middle of the night.
I don't know what to think, but don't know if I see a fit anymore. The "I need some space" thing kind of hurt and made me feel I should've gone home last night. I probably should've to be honest. It was also awkward because I thought her roommate's boyfriend had stayed over and he hadn't, and they had jokingly asked her if we'd had sex and said that move in night wasn't sleepover night. It was also kind of weird how often she complained about money, but because the guy moved her futon and asked for $20, she gave him $60 and a coffee card we picked up. I'd offered to do most of it to help save her money, and while this didn't make me wish I'd asked for more or make me want to do so, it was surprising.
