Why does He have to be so confusing?!?

So my problem is with God. This is not exactly easy to say... knowing that I should be completely reliant on my Father. I know it's not an easy task, but I thought I was up to the task. Apparently not so much. Here's my minute dilemma:

Before I left for Malaysia, I and Jon ended our dating relationship. With my hindisight at 20/20 vision, I realized that if I was listening to God, it would have ended much earlier. I wasn't (like always) and wanted to stretch the relationship out. It lasted up to 3 days prior to my leaving for Malaysia.

3 days later I met a gentleman on my trip; a good week later it was hopelessly over for me. Regardless what my logical cerebellum told my heart- my heart would just not listen. Doomed to failure, I'm sure. Especially with the distance that lives between us; fancing this simple idea was just a heartache away.

It didn't help the other females on the trip. Two or three of them were quite certain to my feelings, his feelings, and life in general. It was quite a disconcerting habit they had. They tried to instigate more than what was. (I felt)

Now that I have returned from Malaysia and have gauged the distance... it still seems remarkably far. I wouldn't want to do that to him (not even sure he would want to do that... probably not) and yet... there's God.

Right before I left, a friend became engaged. It was quite a surprise to me in part because I didn't know she was dating anyone. He lived in California (a nice 2 time zones away... ironic because that's what I'm battling at the moment) I thought it incredulous, but it was of course before I met this particular gentleman.

In the two weeks I have been in SoDak, I have experienced several (5?) conversations with different people from various walks in my life (housemates, coworkers, friends, family) about long distance relationships. Not so much about MY dilemma, but actually their lives. Then I randomly picked up a book and checked it out from the library. I literally had no idea what it was about, but I liked it because the main character was from Asia and her father is a pastor. When she enters a different a culture, the questions she has reminded me of my time in Malaysia. Then she meets a guy. And now they are at the point of her having to go home... and how that will turn out.

Ironic, is it not? Why does God have to be so confusing?! It's like he's telling me to move on and to wait in hope at the same time! I do not want to hope in vain, nor do I want to discourage what God has planned. I can wait, but what if I am waiting for something not destined to happen? How screwed up can I get...

Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated on my plagued ordeal. Let me know!