Eight Hours & I'm A Thirty-Year-Old Woman

Wrapping up what I was talking about the last time I wrote here, absolutely nothing happened with that girl I wrote about. Which is perfectly fine. About a week later I slept with a girl in my sound design class. It was surprising and it was a lot of fun. I came in late for class, as per always, and she mimed towards me that she wanted to talk to me after class, which was confusing. In the back of my mind I was hoping that she was going to profess her feelings for me, because I knew that she liked me at least a little because every girl who likes me is surprisingly obvious about it or maybe I'm better at figuring it out than I give myself credit for. Anyway, she kept talking about irrelevant things so I kept telling her to get on with it and that she might as well just say what she has to say. She eventually tells me that she has been harboring anger towards me because during class I laughed at her and said that she is not the same person she was at the beginning of the semester. She had apparently been through a lot in her personal and social life so me saying that really cut her deeply. I didn't have a clue that she would take it that seriously because I had never spoken to her outside of class and I didn't really know anything about her. I said that because at the beginning of the semester she always had plenty of questions and the first day of class she asked five questions about the syllabus and eventually she stopped showing up and rarely did the homework and watching the digression was entertaining. Cut to her telling me a minute later that she couldn't help but not want to be angry because she knew that she barely knew me and that she was "weirdly attracted to" me. I told her that I was obviously attracted to her as well. We talk for a while. I walk her to her statistics tutoring session, or whatever it was that she was doing, she flirted with me and I went to lunch. Flash forward eight hours and its 10:00pm the same day. She texts me and asks me if she can come over. I'm baffled by this. I ask if everything is okay and I say of course, whatever she needs and what are friends for, etc. She comes over. She massages my back. She kisses my shoulder. We have sex. It was a weird day. I haven't spoken to her in weeks. I would feel bad, but there is no way that could have gone anywhere.
Let's move on to the next girl because holy shit. I've realized a shitty pattern I seem to have with women. It's a beautifully simple thing, but it puts me in a situation where I'm inadvertently taking advantage of these girls for sex and then not treating them very nicely. I'm not abusing them physically or anything, but when I say that I'm not treating them nicely, I meant that I'm essentially not addressing them at all. The problem with the last several girls I've slept with over the past year or so is a combination of our faults, which is fucked up because the thing that they are generally doing is incredible, which is probably why I've so quickly seized the opportunity. I continually have sex with girls after not really knowing them at all. Physical intimacy seems to just happen with me and girls if we're in a room alone together, I don't know how it happens, or what I'm doing or if it is just the way I act, but these things keep happening. After not having sex for two straight years, then hooking up with this girl in March, I've had so much sex in the past six months with four different girls that its crazy how I feel like I've gotten to the point where I don't even need to pursue it nor do I desire it that badly. I feel like a thirty-year-old woman: I can get laid one week and feel satisfied for like a fortnight. The only problem with this is I can't help but feel like I'm taking advantage of these girls only when I have the desire to get laid and then I'm not really talking to them in the interim. It's not like they come over, we fuck, then I tell them to leave, but it sort of feels like that is what I'm doing. I don't think that is the greatest thing to do. I might keep doing it anyway...So here is the situation I'm currently in. I've met another girl. She's a natural redhead. I'm just gonna say that first. It needs to be said. I've wanted to be with a natural redhead since I was a lot younger. The thought sends shivers down my spine. I think the only way I'll be able to have a functioning relationship with this girl, sexual, or otherwise, is if I don't sleep with her immediately. I still don't know if she is interested in me as a guy, or if she is just interested in me as a person to be friends with. I'm trying to play it safe, but I've found myself falling into my own trap: I get way too excited about the prospect of there being another girl in my life so I seem really eager to hangout and get to know her and that surely makes me seem sort of obnoxious. I really want this girl to be a part of my life, but my excitement gets in the way of acting normal.
Basically what this comes down to is that cell phones make communication bullshit. Avoiding the reality of how conversation should operate is far too easy.
I'm gonna end this ramble of a post now.