Bluff, called

Don't you hate it when a love affair ends, albeit rather smoothly, but of course there are promises of "Well, I'd still like to be friends, etc." and stupid things like "I definitely want to hear all about how that thing you're doing this weekend works out, blah, blah, blah", not really meaning any of it, of course, but then the next week you get an email from said former-lover wondering when you can get together, just as friends of course, so that they can talk your ear off about the previous weekend's events?

Yeah, me too.