The long and short of my current sad state of affairs

Welcome to my new blog dedicated to the life and times of a woman who is trying to date, find herself in a mad working world, and in general make peace with herself. At this time I am leaving my decent well paying, abet shitty job with not just one, but two insane bosses to go back in the weird, broke, glorious world of school. I am returning to get my masters degree to one day hopefully be able to teach at the college level. I'm not a big fan of children and would rather drink bleach and set myself on fire simultaneously than teach anyone younger than 18.
My love life is a hot mess and rather non-existent. I've been dating (sort of) a guy who is more confusing and fucked up than any other person I think I've met in my life. What does that say about me since I haven't run away screaming for a good 3 months of this? I think it reinforces the possibility of my insanity but that's just me.
He's a nice guy, has a good job, and is relatively stable when left to his own devices. Too bad when it comes to women he is a complete nut job. Messed up mother, sister, crazy ex who fucked him over, you name it he is so there.
Things started off great. One drunken night....a friend of a friend...down in good old STL where I was born and raised (I now reside north of 80 and still can't see what the big deal is about Northern IL). We hit it off talking one night since we were stuck together while the others were off trying to pretend that they could play pool. So, I slept with my ex boyfriend and not this guy that night since I was desperate and hadn't seen anyone but myself naked in over 6 months! But ok, a girl gets at least one mistake right?
So we ended up inadvertently meeting another night out at another bar while I was in town. We hung out until wayyy too late and I somehow ended up getting thrown up on top of a washer at his friends house. Mighty exciting and fun if you ask me. Thankfully another nibbler!!! So we end up naked and having a fun roll in the hay. I figure that's that, been there done this, it was fun to sew my oats but I'm done. But, sad for me, low and behold we end up chatting for quite some time and he is way amusing! Bad omen...baaadddd ooommmmeeennnn.
So this has been going on for the past 3 months. At some point I confessed that I actually liked him, he freaked out, and we went about our merry sex only way. Too bad we also hung out for long weekends, went to museums and concerts together, and in general hung out for long ass periods of time where we were eternally entertained with each other.
The sex was amazing to start with...sadly it got more blah with each episode. If there's one thing I hate, it's bad sex in a fuck buddy relationship! Then, he stopped initiating, lost the passion, etc. So, being the female with no shame that I am, I complained. I was hoping to get the sex back to it's former splendor. Sadly for me with no avail.
So, with this lack of interest evident, but us still chatting like school girls and hanging out I kept trying. Don't ask why, I guess because I'm stubborn like that...and I miss the good sex!
So last night I finally asked him what the deal was....drum roll please...
He was bored with the sex but wanted to continue to be friends and hang out. WTF?! You were adamant that you didn't like me when I confessed that I had feelings for you, but you want to be my friend? Oh yeah, and according to him, the sex was still good, it was just like a new toy, the fun wears off after a while and it's not exciting anymore. So my thought process is...the sex is good, we enjoy each other's company, we are both moving soon and this is a good arrangement for the both of us, but no more sex?
I am a very sexual person. This is a very important part of my life. I tend to find someone, if I'm not dating anyone seriously, that I can count on for a good fun romp in the hay every so often and stick with them. Safer, and you know what quality of sex you're going to get. But apparently, despite the fact that the sex is good, and he is attracted to me, the sex is over. I want to cry.
So, I did what all rational women do at this point in time and called up some of my guy pals that I have dated in the past and ask them about my sexual prowess. Well I got an offer to come to Dallas to relive the fun, and to go to deep SoIL to relive the fun. So ability is not an issue apparently.
So my thought process now goes...this guy is f'ed up!!! Who turns down free regular decent sex? Until I found something better I was content with the situation, even if it was getting to be sex by numbers...same steps in the same order every damn time...suck. I tried to make it interesting again...to no avail.
So here I am, confused again about this guy who has issues. I know I just need to toss him into the LOSS bucket and be on my merry way but unfortunately I have a thing for boys who can keep me mentally stimulated. We shall see. More updates to follow soon I am sure.