Coma

So here is the deal.  Things with African boy have escalated quickly and now I'm totally unable to focus on anything but that.  Like, it just took me about 7 minutes to write those two sentences because all I feel like doing is sitting and watching the soccer game happening outside my window.  I have so much planning and writing and emailing to do, and this is a new job and I need to be thinking hard about it, but I just want to sit on my bed and stare or sit at my window and wait for my phone to ring.  I said this to my roommate, and she was like "yeah, I've noticed.  Are you feeling OK?" and I am.  I feel fine.  Just lethargic, like I had a glass of wine after a long day and can only manage to sit and stare.  Or like right before an audition or performance, when you're sitting waiting to go on, and the nervousness melts into this weird sluggish sensation, and you think, "How am I ever going to stand and move my fingers and my mind?"  Like the adrenaline has given out and left you with a tingling, heavy feeling.  I'm sure it's not just him.  I'm sure it's a combination of him and exhaustion and endorphin-adjustment. 
For example, just then, I put my head down and thought about nothing for like four minutes.  But I don't feel sad.  Or particularly emotional.  Or tired. Or anything.  Just...like I wanted to put my head down.  ???
Here is the problem.  Sorry, here are the problems:
It is quite possible that when he starts speaking more English and I start speaking Chinese, we realize we have nothing in common and don't actually have anything to talk about.
Or, he might be a jerk, or have whack values and beliefs, and I just can't tell yet.
Or, he might be using me for my nicer apartment, money, whiteness, American citizenship, etc.
He might already have five Chinese girlfriends that I don't know about because I can't ask him many questions.
Today he stood me up for our morning coffee date, but I don't know if that was an asshole move or a serious miscommunication.  If I see him later, I won't be able to ask which it was.  I will try, of course. But probably fail. 
He is a practicing Muslim.  I'll argue that it is not close-minded of me to consider that a problem, in this particular situation.
Last problem - sample conversation:
me: so, how was class today?
him: shen me?
me: you. today. class.  good? jin tian, ni class, hao ma?
him: aahhh ah ah, yes yes.  hao.  ni?
me: hao. 
him: chinese chinese arabic arabic chinese sushe chinese chinese wo men chinese chinese arabic
me: *look of confusion*
him: Ok ok.  wo men. zou. lu. yes?  xian zai. now? yes?
me: yes, ok, hao.  I like your shirt.
him: eh?
me: wo xi huan ni de....*pull on shirt*
him: aahhhh ya ya yaya.  xie xie. 
etc.

On the other hand, it is possible that none of the above is true and/or will cause problems, and in that case, everything is awesome.  And he is sweet.  And beautiful.  But I have no idea what to think.  And I can't even let myself wallow in my coma because I have to teach a class in an hour.  And the humidity today is barely bearable.  And I have to walk through it before standing in front of a class and speaking more deliberately than you'd think is possible. 

Thus goes it.  Thanks for reading.   There is other, less confusing news, but...the coma thing.