Well, my predicament over what to do about the new guy who liked me and the old one who liked me again is over. New things happened, I decided, and I am very happy with my decision.
A week ago, I went to a play with some friends and the old guy drove. I sat next to him in the front seat and we flirted the whole time. When we got back, everyone else went to bed and we went back to his place to watch a movie version of the play we had seen. We ended up getting closer and closer, laughing more and more, and I finally brought up what happened back in January. It was awkward at first, but we talked about it freely and even a little jokingly, and I got some satisfying answers. It was as if he undid everything that had happened, as if he erased all of the bad feelings I had back then. He even said that the reason his relationship didn't work out was because he thought about me too much, and that he had prayed and considered the matter a lot and determined that he made a mistake when he said that we would make better friends than boyfriends. I was skeptical, but I started believing him the more he talked. I mean, why not believe something so positive? So then we started making out for a while, and despite our efforts to the contrary ("We need to set an example," "We're higher species; we can control ourselves.") we ended up doing a bit more. By the morning, as we saw the sun rise, he was calling me his boyfriend. So that's how that happened.
The only problem was that that night the new guy was due back to campus, and everything had changed so much so soon that I had no idea what to say to him. I mean, the night before he went home I told him that I wasn't even considering anything with the old guy and that if I did it would show that I had no self respect. I also told him that I'd give us (him and me) a try.
I'm an ass for so many reasons.
Not only did I unknowingly lie to him, but I didn't call him when I was supposed to because I was in bed with another guy. Whorey, right? TOTALLY unlike me.
So that night, when he asked me if I wanted to hang out, I had to be honest with him and tell him what happened when he was gone. And I, being the ass I am, actually used the line "still want to be friends," which is of course virtually impossible now. I'm such a schmuck.
At least I was honest with him, though.
And now I'm happy, so it isn't all bad.
Thanks to all who advised me on the matter. Sorry I didn't really listen to any of you. You now have "I told you so" rights if this goes bad.