It was my freshman year of college, first semester. I was in two classes with this girl, math and something else. After elaborate shenanigans to introduce herself to me, we began spending lunchtime working on math homework, 4 days a week or so. We hit it off, became pretty good friends. She mentioned her long-distance boyfriend once or twice a week in conversation, so there wasn’t any element of sexual tension between us (that my clueless man-senses detected).
Suddenly lunchtime was no longer convenient for our math homework due to something she never really explained, and we “had” to do the work later at night, after dinner, usually after 9 PM. We worked in the common room that was close to both our dorms. It was hard work, so we often ended up working on it till midnight or so. She was always very flattering and complimentary about my math skills, physical appearance, and overall intellect, but kept mentioning her boyfriend, so I just smiled, blushed a bit, thanked her, and (infrequently) said nice things back.
Then, again, the venue changed. Suddenly, she asked that we work in her room. It was always quiet, we were always alone… and we kept doing math homework. This went on for a whole semester.
After winter break, we were in another few classes together. So we began working together on physics homework. This semester she was much more physical, remarking on how tense I looked and giving me spontaneous backrubs. That should have been a clue of some kind, but we just… kept doing physics homework.
Midway through the semester, she broke up with her long-term long-distance boyfriend, and came to me, crying. We talked for several hours until late in the night, and I held her as she cried. Over the next three weeks, I helped her get over him with more talking and keeping her company. After that period of time, she declared herself over him.
We resumed our previous platonic relationship, but added in late-night conversations that frequently turned to serious subjects. Often, she would end these conversations at 3 AM or so with a long sigh and “see you in the morning”. Because, once again, I am stupid, this went on for a few more weeks. Then she started adding in “I love you” (!!!) to these conversations after clever things I said. Because I am stupid, I assumed she meant platonically. Then I went home for the summer.
tl;dr: Girl invited me to her room, gave me backrubs, talked to me when she broke up with her bf, asked me to hold her as she cried, talked to me until late in the night, told me she “loved me”, and then I went home for the summer.
Post story: We then talked about how weird it all was, and she said that she’s just a naturally flirty person and it didn’t actually mean anything the whole time.
WHAT THE BALLS?