Dependent spiral of flaketon (best title ever?)

Alright I don't even know how to explain this whirlwind of a story about the last couple weeks. It has def. been crazy and I have learned a lot. Probably too much. It all started when I got my company tickets to the reds game. The seats are pretty sweet. First row behind the visitors dugout in which you can yell things at them. For example "Hey number 34, your baseball skillz are less than mediocre." Anyways everything can be expensed to my AMEX. So we hit up bars before the game and grab a plethora of beers during as well. At this point I am about 8 beers into the game. When my client has to leave during the 5th inning because he had to watch his little girls while his wife went out for something. So i WAS going to stay till the end then sit in the fountain square parking garage and sober up or meet up with a friend I knew from work as well to chill downtown. Then i got the text from a girl who I use to be pretty interested in but since started to figure out that she might have been the most dependent person I have ever met in my life. She literally just moved out of her parents house and into an apartment right down the street from me. She was at the game too with some friends. She asked where i was sitting and then said I had an empty seat. So she came down and we drank more and chatted and I am pretty pissed because she got a foul ball and a towel. I got shit. Apparently if you are a semi-attractive girl in the front row you can ask for balls from the players and they will just hand them up. Sexiest bastards. So game was over and we were both hammered. So we decided to go back to her place after the game. Got back there around 10:30. The game ended quickly. While at her place I then realized the crazy dependencies is all i am going to say. We watched some movie that I have no idea what is was about. It had Uma Thurman in it and it was not Kill Bill. We went back to get my car at 2 am from the garage. Which was stupid should have just left it there till the morning. I did pull a pretty dick move in my book, in which in the middle of the night I discussed how I was not looking for a relationship. Who the fuck does that at like 1:30 am... apparently I do when I am drunk. But i have had to state it before so I thought I needed to slam the message home with a after activity message. I'm a dick. I knew I was staying home from work. Got my car went back there and stayed there for the rest of the night till my phone alarm went off at 7am, in which i gladly yelled at it to fuck off and went back to bed. I left her place around 9 and thought about the whirlwind of what might happen. Granted this girl is attractive to me... physically. On a mental level we are no where close. She once tried to tell me she is a commitment phobe. I don't buy that excuse but whatever. So since then communication has definitely picked up. I mean what to do? I think I know what i should do, but i hate doing it. I like having friends and she is not crazy bad to hang out with on occasion. I just can't be over there every night because she needs help with something or for god sake wants to trap my ass hanging up a mirror. We will see how drunk i get in the future and what happens when around her and what i might say. I mean hey she asked me to hang out at the pool Saturday and drink all day. Eeek.