confused

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.

for the fans

so last night...
good S and I had been emailing via Facebook yesterday afternoon. he took me up on my drink offer (you knew he would) and i eventually gave him my number as i'm pretty sure it changed from when i last saw him. he said he would call me that night. hmm. that was quick!
i went home and made my bland boring dinner of mashed potatoes, veggie medley and chicken (i really have to give props to my mom. i took her delicious daily meals for granted). i played on the computer some and around 7:00pm got a call from good S.
we chatted for a couple of minutes...when i asked him what he was up to that evening he said he was headed to the highlands to play trivia at moe's and joe's. oh reeeeeeeeeeeally?
well of course you know who lives in the highlands, within walking distance of moe's and joe's? THIS GIRL. however, once i said that to him and he invited me along, i instantly regretted it because i have been on a roll with working out and really wanted to go to the gym. you know how it is. once you are out, you're out - you're not going to the gym. no chance! but, clearly delusional, i didn't bother taking off my workout clothes before heading out the door - thinking i'd go to the gym after moe's and joe's (that makes me laugh now). so i walk down to the street to meet good S and three of his buddies.
i've never been in moe's and joe's. that place is a shithole. and i mean that in the nicest way possible. we were pretty decent at trivia and thank god we had that because the conversation was a little strained/awkward/weird in the beginning.....it took a few beers to loosen us up. but things got loose and around midnight, i remembered i was a 30-year old with a job i had to be at by 9am, so i got up to leave. this is when good S asked me if he could walk me home. um, yeah!
so we walk the 3 or 4 blocks to my house and when we come up to the building, neither of us knew how to end the night. GUH! we are so middle school. we hug and we have that moment when you think "are we going to kiss? is he going to lean in? what do i do?". he solved the dilemma for us and landed one on me. it was really nice. so we stood there, outside on North Highland and kissed for a few minutes when he pulled away long enough to ask me if he could come up.
if this were old me, i would have said, "let's go", but i've learned you shouldn't play all your cards within the first couple of hours. so i said no, but i was looking forward to the next meeting and left him on the street. he called me when he got home around 1am. he said he'd call today.
perhaps because i've met my fair share of AWFUL men, i don't expect anything from this, but good S is a good guy, so i think he will call.
stay tuned.

blast from the past

last night i got a friend request from a dude named...well shew... ask me and I'll tell you his name. i'll call him good S. His name is Steven but its spelled with a "ph" not an ugly "v".
i got the friend request on my way to the gym. i'd gotten friend requests from people i don't know before, but they were at least in the same industry. i didn't have any friends or work in common with this guy. the name didn't even ring a bell, so i decided to be cheeky and write him back saying something like "don't mean to be rude, but do we know each other?" and then went on my way to the gym. when i got back, i'd gotten a message from him saying something like "yes, we hung out a bit a few years ago. i met you at some girl's house that went to Duke"
HOLY SHIT! YOU GUYS!

you've probably never heard of this guy because it was pre-Steven. it was also during some years that i am not exactly proud of. the days i was good friends with Cathy. i was into some things that i regret.

so one night, we were hanging out on Cathy's front porch and some dudes were walking down the street in front of her house. we must have been wasted or something because one of us called out to these dudes. one of them was some german dude (i think he was german. gimme a break, it was 4 years ago) and the other was good S. we somehow ended up ordering chinese, talking and falling asleep in cathy's house. just SLEEP! but it was on a school night....

good S and I really only went on one date but i remember it pretty clearly because he came to the door with a rose. i can't even tell you what we did, the beginning was just so memorable.

so when good S finally cleared the fog for me via Facebook, I felt like an IDIOT.
so i told him i owed him a drink. ha! an offer of a drink always smooths things over. right?
IDIOT.