Rexxxist
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I've talked about this with a bunch of people and I figure if there's one place that might be worthwhile to ask, it's literotica.
There's this guy in my creative writing class at college that has me feeling both confused and stuck. I love writing, and I really love analyzing and doing critiques. I get so excited whenever I get to check out someone's writing and talk to them about it. I'd do volunteer editing here, but I'm kinda busy enough and I'm not getting notifications sent to my email, so it's just not really a good time for it.
So here's what's been happening. I love critiquing so much that people really start noticing how excited I get. One girl even asked me to look over a piece that she had written a while ago and wanted to improve on. Then there's this guy, let's call him Guy.
So one day, after class just as I'm leaving, Guy runs up to me and tells me he really values my opinion and suggestions. He offers to share more of his work and asks for my number. I wasn't really thinking, so I said that he could message me through canvas (a site the school uses). He never does.
Flash forward and it's been a week of suddenly realizing that I might have totally missed his intentions. It workshop day, which means people hand back pieces they spent the week taking notes on. To make this a bit easier to understand; we had out a copy of our writing on Monday to our group, then we get those pieces back and vise versa.
Everyone likes my stuff, they tell me that each week and I hardly get any critiques even from the prof. I'm getting my pieces back, then it's Guy's turn to hand it back. Here's the thing; he doesn't. He comes up to me and shows me the paper, then says something like,
"Hey, here's what I marked. If it's ok with you, could you take a look then give it back? I really want to keep it."
I think my brain didn't even compute that. I just said he could keep it and send me pictures through canvas, and he thanks me. I haven't gotten the pics yet, though. What's weirder is what I turned in was a revision of my first piece, which he already saw. Now that I think about it, it might be the only time he gave one of mine back.
I'm super confused now. When I took notes on Guy's work (his prose are really good and I really like his stuff, but that's another can of worms) I even wrote a little PS asking if there was a reason he hadn't messaged me yet, and now he's holding his notes hostage.
Call me obsessive, but having other people's notes is important to me because it helps me grow as a writer, I truly believe that. I make sure I have something to hand back to each person who turns a piece in, even if it's 5 minutes before class and I show up late.
So Guy asks for my number and I give him a soft no. Time goes by, and now he's holding on to my writing (which I could easily send to him through google). Is he stealing it? Maybe, but I don't really care. He wants me to be the Zelda to his F. Scott? Fine, I wasn't gonna publish it under my name anyways. I wish he was more upfront about it, 'cause he has me chasing my own damn tail.
What do I think of him? At first, I didn't really think that much to be honest. He's big, not like fit just tall and broad shouldered, a little heavy maybe but it's not like I've seen him naked. Plus, I'm getting up there in size as well. Being gay, I don't really assume anyone else is unless otherwise indicated, so he was just a guy for the first week.
Then he started doing this finger gun thing. Instead of waving hi, he'd finger gun with a little "pewsh pewsh". I'm not sure other people liked it, but man was it cute. And that's kinda how I see him now: a little awkward, but charming and confident in an innocent way.
Is he gay? Probably not. Nothing so far has suggested it, and I'm not kidding when I saw people started really caring about my input. So maybe he just wants me to coach him or something, but damnit I wish he'd tell me.
I'm not the most extroverted or social guy. I usually wear headphones and seclude myself in some private corner. The problem is, I'm only doing that because I worry I'm bothering people, so it's a positive feedback loop that's telling everyone, including Guy, not to talk to me.
I've never been in a real relationship before. The most I've had is some shitty online situationships that last less than a year and go down in flames. As for sex, every hookup Ive ever had has been trash. The first time I had sex, the guy cried. In a threesome, one of the guys bit my nipple so hard you could see the teeth marks through my white work uniform. The bar is super low at this point.
So what happens now? I can't do anything. I still have 4 more weeks left in the quarter, and I don't want to to start classroom drama. The class is too small for it to go unnoticed (we had 10 students but only 6 actually show up anymore), and if he isn't gay and I read everything wrong, I'm gonna look like an ass and he's gonna feel embarrassed every time he sees me.
I'm not college age. I went back to college because part time jobs aren't livable anymore.
There's this guy in my creative writing class at college that has me feeling both confused and stuck. I love writing, and I really love analyzing and doing critiques. I get so excited whenever I get to check out someone's writing and talk to them about it. I'd do volunteer editing here, but I'm kinda busy enough and I'm not getting notifications sent to my email, so it's just not really a good time for it.
So here's what's been happening. I love critiquing so much that people really start noticing how excited I get. One girl even asked me to look over a piece that she had written a while ago and wanted to improve on. Then there's this guy, let's call him Guy.
So one day, after class just as I'm leaving, Guy runs up to me and tells me he really values my opinion and suggestions. He offers to share more of his work and asks for my number. I wasn't really thinking, so I said that he could message me through canvas (a site the school uses). He never does.
Flash forward and it's been a week of suddenly realizing that I might have totally missed his intentions. It workshop day, which means people hand back pieces they spent the week taking notes on. To make this a bit easier to understand; we had out a copy of our writing on Monday to our group, then we get those pieces back and vise versa.
Everyone likes my stuff, they tell me that each week and I hardly get any critiques even from the prof. I'm getting my pieces back, then it's Guy's turn to hand it back. Here's the thing; he doesn't. He comes up to me and shows me the paper, then says something like,
"Hey, here's what I marked. If it's ok with you, could you take a look then give it back? I really want to keep it."
I think my brain didn't even compute that. I just said he could keep it and send me pictures through canvas, and he thanks me. I haven't gotten the pics yet, though. What's weirder is what I turned in was a revision of my first piece, which he already saw. Now that I think about it, it might be the only time he gave one of mine back.
I'm super confused now. When I took notes on Guy's work (his prose are really good and I really like his stuff, but that's another can of worms) I even wrote a little PS asking if there was a reason he hadn't messaged me yet, and now he's holding his notes hostage.
Call me obsessive, but having other people's notes is important to me because it helps me grow as a writer, I truly believe that. I make sure I have something to hand back to each person who turns a piece in, even if it's 5 minutes before class and I show up late.
So Guy asks for my number and I give him a soft no. Time goes by, and now he's holding on to my writing (which I could easily send to him through google). Is he stealing it? Maybe, but I don't really care. He wants me to be the Zelda to his F. Scott? Fine, I wasn't gonna publish it under my name anyways. I wish he was more upfront about it, 'cause he has me chasing my own damn tail.
What do I think of him? At first, I didn't really think that much to be honest. He's big, not like fit just tall and broad shouldered, a little heavy maybe but it's not like I've seen him naked. Plus, I'm getting up there in size as well. Being gay, I don't really assume anyone else is unless otherwise indicated, so he was just a guy for the first week.
Then he started doing this finger gun thing. Instead of waving hi, he'd finger gun with a little "pewsh pewsh". I'm not sure other people liked it, but man was it cute. And that's kinda how I see him now: a little awkward, but charming and confident in an innocent way.
Is he gay? Probably not. Nothing so far has suggested it, and I'm not kidding when I saw people started really caring about my input. So maybe he just wants me to coach him or something, but damnit I wish he'd tell me.
I'm not the most extroverted or social guy. I usually wear headphones and seclude myself in some private corner. The problem is, I'm only doing that because I worry I'm bothering people, so it's a positive feedback loop that's telling everyone, including Guy, not to talk to me.
I've never been in a real relationship before. The most I've had is some shitty online situationships that last less than a year and go down in flames. As for sex, every hookup Ive ever had has been trash. The first time I had sex, the guy cried. In a threesome, one of the guys bit my nipple so hard you could see the teeth marks through my white work uniform. The bar is super low at this point.
So what happens now? I can't do anything. I still have 4 more weeks left in the quarter, and I don't want to to start classroom drama. The class is too small for it to go unnoticed (we had 10 students but only 6 actually show up anymore), and if he isn't gay and I read everything wrong, I'm gonna look like an ass and he's gonna feel embarrassed every time he sees me.
I'm not college age. I went back to college because part time jobs aren't livable anymore.
