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Yesterday towards the end of the day I got a message from Good S**.
A week or so ago I noticed his status message said he was looking for a TV. I offered up my 1996 tube TV. I told him I use bunny ears on it and have no idea if it will pass the looming digital compliance, but it was free if he wanted to pick it up. I've been trying to get rid of this TV for years but have hung on to it because I never wanted to just give it away to a thrift store and there's no way I could sell it. Its worth nothing. Giving my TV to good S was a way to ensure it was going to a safe home. HAHA! I know my rationale is dumb, but c'mon. I've had the thing since 1996 AND I bought it with my own money, but hanging on to an old ass TV for nostalgia doesn't save me any space. Plus, I've been meaning to get a flat screen for my room.

Anyway, so good S messaged me towards the end of the day asking me if he could stop by after trivia (around 10:30pm) to look at and possibly pick up the TV. This was perfect since it gave me time to go to the gym. Done and done.

So when he knocked my door around 10:30pm it didn't surprise me but I don't think either of us knew how to greet each other. We've been pretty intimate in the past and it's now understood that neither of us feels that way any longer, so there was no hug, no kiss on the cheek. That was kinda weird for me because I usually greet friends with at least a hug, but I didn't want to overstep any boundaries that had recently been made. So I led him to my bedroom where the TV was and he told me to check out what he was wearing (a University of Maryland t-shirt, which was cute and an inside joke, and also strange since he's a HUGE UGA fan). I thought it was funny and sweet that he'd decided to wear our joke over. Anyway, he checked out the TV and decided he'd take it and I told him to take good care of her (yes, the TV is female) and he said, well, if you miss her, you can visit her at my house...to which I thought...hmmmm. Okay whatever.

His visit was short and sweet. I didn't know whether or not to invite him to stay. It was just kinda awkward - so I didn't. There was no hug or peck on the cheek goodbye, as he was carrying a heavy tube TV, so I led him to the door and we stood there for several seconds until he managed a "See ya around". I'm not sure if I got a thank you or not. I guess it doesn't matter.

I suppose by now all of you are wondering why I'm reading anything into this if we are meant to be friends, but this is a fairly new experience for me. I don't do the friends after sex thing. If we've gone out a couple of times and I've slept with you and it didn't turn out well or at all, I'm not going to be friends with you. The thing is, good S is drama free. And I like that. So I will chalk this up to the new Lola way of doing things and will be happy I can call a former "partner" a friend.

** For those of you who need a refresher, good S is a man I met randomly several years ago. I was a bitch and didn't return calls way back when, but then he found me on Facebook, we hung out a couple of times and then he was the bitch and never called me back. We've since been emailing here and there as friends. and ONLY friends.