The New M.E. Generation

Me: “So if you’re not going to be in a relationship any longer, how about seeing each other then?”, read my text. (Silence…)

Of course he didn’t reply, as usual. He may say that “we go back a long way” and whatever other sugarcoated comment he usually mentions about us. Reality is he always avoids responding every time I put him against the wall. All he could add to our conversation was “it’s complicated”.

Me: “I can’t believe you allowed yourself to get into this dilemma. You were the one that always resolved any issue in front of you. You wouldn’t let anything or anyone disrupt your life. This is not you at all.”

I could see he was reading my messages, but chose to remain quiet. I was wondering if what I was saying was having an effect on him, when usually he was the one that had the greatest influence from the other. 

Me: “This is simple: you’re either in or out (and I didn’t meant his relationship status), you’re either dead or alive, you’re either pregnant or not, it’s either on or off, it’s either black or white. There’s no in-betweens. There’s no gray areas here.” In other words, make up your mind. Resolve this. Figure out what you want to do.

He never replied to my above mentioned comment and I eventually erased this conversation.

The last times I contacted him was when a hurricane was possibly going to hit our state and later this past January to wish him a good new year. His messenger photo still shows the girlfriend so I didn’t touch the subject.

He didn’t talk much, as usual, other that he was “thinking of taking a work sabbatical for about 10 month”.

Me: “Huh? Having a mid-life crisis? What are you going to do, going to a monastery and turning into a monk?” He replied with a laughing emoji, but no further details.

Well, he’s in his mid 50’s, so maybe he is. Way back he had mentioned that at one point he got himself an Italian passport (because he could proof that he has Italian ancestors three generations back) and once his kids were all grown-up and independent, he was going to get the hell out of the U.S. for good and live there. So maybe this could be very well be happening.

Which got me thinking, if I had the choice of doing something like this of relocating somewhere else, would I do it? Maybe.

It would have to be with a guy, obviously, and an “opportunity you can’t refuse”. Having the means surely helps too, which is what this guy has. Hmm, why is it that he always manages to do whatever he wants to? Why not me?

Me sending him a wishful thinking text: “Hey, if you leave to Italy, can I go with you?”




Later on that day, I did get to rest a little by taking a nap. While my thoughts wandered into an unknown place in my mind, I started remembering certain moments from the past I had somewhat forgotten. Tears came down as I thought about them and tried to push them away.

I debated yet again if I should share them with him. A part of me felt I would look desperate if I did, while the other reminded me that, as he recently told me, “it doesn’t change anything.”

Me: “I don’t know why I’m remembering this, but there was a time when I was walking to school. You came down the street in your 2-door Fiat with the top off as always. You offered me a ride for the remainder of the trip. Was so nervous I didn’t say a word.” (And that I sat properly with my hands resting on my lap. Didn’t want the ride to end so quickly, but was more concerned about what other people would think when they saw us.)

“There was another occasion in the same car when you grabbed my hand and placed it in the shift stick. I took my hand away after some time. You then grabbed it again and placed it back. This time you held it with your hand so it would stay” (which means we were holding hands while taking a drive).

“I’m not sure if this last was the same day when you looked at me closely, made a hand gesture of moving your index finger towards you and saying ‘come here’ to me. I did with a face off ‘what?’ and then you gave me a big kiss.

The truth is that after all these years that I’ve had my own 2-door vehicle, have never been able to keep my hand off entirely when shifting gears and thinking of you when driving.

Who would have said that I would see you again. And that I would forget about you. And now you appeared again. And knowing that no matter what I feel, like you said correctly, nothing will change. Such is life.”

He made no comments to any of this. And I wasn’t expecting any, because that’s how he is. He’s one of those people that react to something by not reacting at all.

Hate to admit that the last day I saw him caused my inner-self to become unbalanced. And that’s because he’s always kept a distance much like a wall between us.

When at the apartment, when he kneeled in front of me and looked straight into my eyes, and I said that I was at peace with us (or that I’m over you), that wall came down upon him placing his hands on my knee.

He realized he was about to lose me and decided to enter my world for the first time. But that didn’t last long. When he said ‘I don’t know what to do with you’, he essentially regressed to his old self of distancing and leaving things in a limbo.

He had the chance of changing everything and didn’t take it. He made the choice of staying with the blonde.

As the weeks progressed, I kept some communication with him. I remembered out of the blue that his birth date was basically mine in reverse with a month difference.

The last time I contacted him was for the long summer weekend. Then the hurricane warnings and my birthday occurred. Nothing happened from his part considering we live on the same state.

As the storm battled my city and I survived many days without power, I took the time to allow the winds of change to set in and find my balance once more. And just like everything that got washed away, so did him and everything he represents.

He might have said things don’t change, but I did. With myself. And him. I took him out of my life with the same strength I did before. It’s the calm after the storm. It surely is.

Update: A week after the hurricane hit, on a Saturday, around 7:30 pm, I get the following text.

Him: “Hope you weathered the storm ok. Just got power and have been working on the property all day.”

I replied with a first text of summarizing that I was unable to celebrate my birthday because it was the day before the storm reached my area; that didn’t stay in my apartment during the event; that neither my home or car suffered damages; that my employer reopened the office mid-week, and I was presently getting up-to-date.

The second one read: “I’m glad you’re fine and hope your things get back to normal soon.”

Him: “Thanks. You too.”

So there it is. No surprise here, as usual.

He didn’t reach out when Maria hit, asking me how my mom was in the island, considering that because of me going to the beach with her, is how I met him, and it’s the place we both grew up and went to school together.

I know he’s not obliged to do anything. But it’s not right either. Simply said: he doesn’t care. And that’s the last memory I’ll have of him before I sign off from him for good.

“Although there’s pain in my chest, I still wish you the best, with a ‘forget you’.” – Cee Lo Green – Forget You


As the weeks progressed, I’ve kept in contact with this guy on and off. Our texting keeps being small-talk content, and he usually sends me a selfie with it.

Hate to admit I still think about him (which makes me be upset towards myself) and wonder why, since I already know things will never happen between us (because of the reasons stated previously), especially with the federal court case that’s pending to be presented next year.

For some reason I have to figure out yet, there’s a tiny part of me that’s still holding on, which makes me say stupid things, such as the following below. On any given Sunday, when he asks me if I was relaxing, I said:

Me: “Relax? Me? Nooo. Cleaning, cooking. Need to be doing things.”

He sends a selfie from his car with a serious/thoughtful face.

Me: “You look upset. A penny for your thoughts?”

Him: “Oh. Not upset at all. Going to see my kids.”

Me: “Ok. BTW, if you ever change your mind, my invitation is still open. Later.”

Him: “Invitation? For? To?”

Me: “You can come my way and visit me. You don’t have to wait to do so for work.”

Him: “Ohhh. Can you tame me for an entire weekend?”

Me: “I think I can.”

The texting ended there for the day. Wondered if he’s thinking about it.

A few days later on Thursday, I send him a TBT image of me like twenty-something years ago.

Him: “So pretty” (I reply with a smiling emoji). “So what are you up to?”

Me: “Thinking of you.”

Him: “Sweet” (he then sends me his selfie).

Me: “At home? Guess you’re thinking of me too.”

Him: “Very often.”

Me: “Awww” (romantic sound effect, please).

The next day:

Him: “Happy Friday.”

Me: “You too!” (smiley emoji). “Wish you were here.”

Him: “I can’t go anywhere right now with all my kids around.”

Me: “What if I come to you? My BFF says she has a GF your way that she wants to go visit and suggested both going together by car.”

Him: “Well, at present, if you recall, I am seeing someone.”

Me: “I knew you would say no. Gave it a try anyway. One can only hope.”

Him: “At this stage it probably wouldn’t be a great idea, although I would love to see you. I’m just being honest.”

Me: “I know you are. No worries.”

I may be hanging on to false expectations, but I think this situation of him with the blonde will not last.

It’s not that I’m wishing for it in a bad way because I’m jealous or something. But after learning about this guy’s recent relationships history, one can only conclude that this will be the result. It’s one of those feelings you have that can’t shake off.

Of course, I could be wrong. Wouldn’t be surprised if these two ended together in the long run. I learned way back that with this guy, anything is possible.

Except with me. In other words: anything is not always possible with this guy.










{September 25, 2017}   Looking Back 64 – Who are you?

After he left for the day, I went for my usual weekend routine of going for a walk and getting ready for the new work week. Have to admit I was still thinking about him, mostly because this encounter was different from any contact we’ve had before and recently.

I get this text sometime around 7pm: “It was nice seeing you.”

Me: “Likewise.” I believe he also made a comment of ‘you should have come to the hotel’. Oh boy. No, not happening.

Next day he sent another text while on my morning commute.

Him: “Have a good day at work!”

Me: “You too! Have a safe travel back.”

Him: “Thank you.”

I checked up on him some hours later.

Me: “Back home?”

Him: “Just landed. Can I contact you?”

Me: “Sure. Including calling me.”

Him: “Yes.”

We didn’t text the next few days. He was still present in my thoughts, but was having this feeling that there was something more to him. So I did what I do with all other guys before him, which was to look him up online.

I hadn’t finished typing his full name when I see the keywords of ‘arrest’ and ‘mug shot’ appear on the search screen.

My eyes opened wide, stayed frozen for a few minutes, all while this rush of emotions went up and down my whole being.

I opened one of the newspaper articles and there it was: basically he was involved with medical fraud and was arrested for it. There were many details to read through, including the mention of an expensive vehicle used as payback (that was eventually taken away), and that the case is set to be seen in court on January of next year.

I had no idea what to think about all this, except that everything now made sense. That the fancy car I first saw him with had to be the one mentioned. That his involvement got him the money to pay for all those toys he has. That his excuses for not getting involved with me was maybe to keep me away from this.

For about 2 days, I asked myself if he was really capable of doing this. Or how on earth he got himself in this problem when he’s supposed to be smart, when it has been proven over and over that if you get involved with something like this, the results and consequences can be really nasty.

I wanted to confront him, but didn’t know how. So I did the usual of sending a random text message and waited for him to ask me how I was doing.

Me: “Umm. Don’t know how to say this. Yesterday I found out about the big mess you got yourself into. I’m still in shock about it.”

Him: “Are you referring to the federal indictment?”

Me: “Of all the people I’ve known, I never thought you would pull a stunt like that.”

Him: “No kidding. Me neither. I got dragged into it from the people I was working with. All the counts have been dropped, but one. Still working with the authorities on this.”

Me: “The media says the case will be seen next year and that you could go to jail.”

Him: “There’s always that possibility.”

Me: “You have no idea how hard this has hit me. I would have preferred you telling me the day we saw each other, than finding out over the internet.”

Him: “It’s not worth worrying about. Worrying doesn’t change anything.”

Another few days later, as it usually happens when I have ongoing guy matters, my BF asks me to join her for dinner.

After giving her a semi high-speed summary of my history with this guy until the present, to then turn into a full-blown drama queen when describing the moment of discovery, when she says:

BF: “He’s gay?”

Me: “No!”

Another few more seconds of suspense, and…

BF: “He’s married.”

Me: “No!”

When I finally tell her, she gave me a face of ‘holy shit; that’s bad!’

BF: “He didn’t say anything because he was protecting you” (could be).

Me: “I still think he should have been open about it with me.”

BF: “Hello! You hadn’t seen him for, what, 3 years? Did you honestly expect that he was going to drop this ball on you??”

Later in the evening when trying to sleep, I reflected on what she said about this guy protecting me. There was a part that wanted to believe this, while another couldn’t fathom that in as little as 6 months from now, his whole life could go on a standstill.

Whatever his reasons might be, the hard reality that I have to face is this: neither before, today, or after, him and I are not destined to be together. Ever.






{September 18, 2017}   Looking Back 63 – Turning point

It was inevitable to revert back to the past. I mentioned again (don’t know what number this was) that I didn’t understand his behavior towards me of being super nice at the beach, to then ignore me at school.

Him: “I’ve always done things my way outside the box, you know that. Always low key, especially now with work. That’s why I hate social media. No need for people to know what I do” (there wasn’t anything low key about all those photos you showed me before of the many toys you have, including several cars, an RV, boat, etc.).

Me: “Yes, at school you were in your zone (more like having a wall in front of you), always studying (that you used to have people afar). You only took part in minimal activities. When it had to do with an effort that involved everyone in your class, like a sketch for the Pep Rally, you cooperated. If not, no.”

I was wondering if he at least would say ‘sorry for that’, but no. Still the same on that.

We returned home and continued the conversation. We were sitting on my sofa, when he suddenly got down on both knees, putting his arms on top of my legs, looking at me with his face very close to mine. I was as calm as I’ve ever been.

Him: “I don’t know what to do about you” (if you like what you see, you should put a ring on it).

Me: “Well, since you said the distance is an issue and don’t want me putting too many miles on my leased car, I guess nothing will happen. You keep saying all these nice things about me, but don’t do anything afterwards.”

Him: “Distance is a problem” (wrong answer buzzer sound effect). I gave him a look of ‘you know that’s not it.’

“I have a problem with being committed” (buzzer again. You were married for over 15 years; what do you call that?).

“Truth is, I need someone that wants to be with me for what I am and can put up with my schedule, not be attracted by this supposed lifestyle that I have. They hear about the fancy things my clients have and think I will tag them along when working, but that’s not how it goes” (‘ding ding ding’ sound effect).

Me: “You need a woman that can hold her own, is independent, and comfortable with her life and space when she’s not with you” (which is pretty much me, don’t you think?).

We kept looking at each other like those movie scenes where you wonder when the decisive moment will occur.

Me: “I’m at peace, Frank. That’s all you need to know. I’m fine with my life, past, you and me, the blonde you’re seeing. Like I said before, if that’s what you want, go for it.”

Him (while now looking away): “Her?? I sort of feel guilty being here. She’s a nice girl… (and other complements).”

Me: “But you’re not that into her. (He gave me a look that I was right on this one. Of course I am. If he was serious about her, he wouldn’t be texting or sending selfies every time we communicate, saying how beautiful I am, even less trying to see me every time he’s in town.)

If you and I tried being together, we would have to start from scratch. Put the past behind and deal with the now. Correction, I need to do that. That would be the only way if there was ever a chance.

You have to figure out what you want for yourself. Including her. And I’m not upset with you. Not any more. If you can’t be with me, or don’t want to, that’s up to you.”

Sometime later, I walked him to my apartment complex gate. The limo was parked outside waiting for him. I hugged and kissed him good-bye, much like that day at the school’s assembly when I wondered if I would ever see him again.

So what do I think the ending to all this will be? My forecast is this: he’ll stay with the blonde. When he realizes that it’s me that he really wants, he will come back, only to find me with someone else.

Because that’s how the universe works. It gives you a number of chances to make things right. But if you base your decisions on anything except love, then it will take away what you took for granted.

He will get his boat, that’s for sure. And will sail away wondering what his life would have been if he hadn’t let me go.

It’s “certain as the sun, rising in the east. Song as old as rhyme. Tale as old as time. Ever just as sure, as the sun will rise.” – Beauty and the Beast






{September 11, 2017}   Looking Back 62 – A different view

The next day (Sunday), I crossed my fingers that the meeting would finally occur. This guy told me he would find out early what the plans would be. Having none meant there could be a chance of taking advantage of the SUV and see me.

Him: “I think this might turn into a beach day. But if I visit you would only be for a few hours. I should be there around 1pm.”

Fast-forward a few hours later. I get the call from security that he was here, while getting his text at the same time that read: ‘the guy is giving us a hard time. LOL.’ I thought to myself, ‘for what?’

I stood at my second floor balcony to see what the fuzz was all about.

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME??!! He came in the limo!!! WTF?

I exited my apartment and stood in the hallway veranda in shock at the whole thing. It almost felt like the last scene in the Pretty Woman movie (romantic background music please).

Me: “Hey, what happened to the SUV??” (and, am I getting a ride in it?).

Except I don’t live on the last floor. And this guy showed up with no gifts to account for (music off). And he’s wearing his usual beach casual attire of a t-shirt, bermudas, and open shoes (why am I surprised?). And he’s sporting a mega belly (what happened to the spectacular body??).

He’s fat, partially bald, and definitely looks old, considering he’s only like 2 years older than me. Talking about seeing things in another light.

I greeted him warmly with a hug as he came up the stairs. I gave him a tour of my apartment again, showed him my yearbook, Cuba trip souvenirs, TBT photos (including one from college that a guy studying photography took of me; he liked it so much, he took an image with his phone).

Went to lunch afterwards (in my new vehicle). Curious note to add: when we stepped off the vehicle and walked to the restaurant, he got behind me and placed his hands on my waist. It was an affectionate gesture I don’t recall he ever doing before.

While there he shared some thoughts about medicine, like when he started working and taking the approach of treating symptoms first, then dealing with the person.

Him: “I hate listening to people whining about their pains” (I gave him a look of ‘that doesn’t make sense’). “I know; I do it on reverse.”

Regarding how he became a personal doctor, he was referred to a musician or something. Off he went with his medical bag and after dealing with the patient, the person asked him if he had a business card. He did, started circulating them with every referral he got, and eventually became the physician for other known artists, so much that he’s now referred to as ‘the rock doc’. But not everything is music to one’s ears.

Him: “The downsize of it is that, at times, like with my cardio patient, you have to be with them when they travel and I can’t say no. This weekend my daughter came home from college and I was supposed to be with her. Through my connections, I had managed to get really good seats for a concert of a famous country singer, plus access backstage, etc. I worked on this for weeks.

But turns out that the guy recently had open-heart surgery and wanted me to accompany him in case of anything. He knew about the concert and else, and still didn’t let me get off the hook. So my daughter had to go without me and I didn’t get to see her.

It’s great to travel everywhere (been as far as Australia), staying at the best hotels, making good money. But it takes a toll on you.”

I looked at him and saw a person that was tired and appeared way older than his years. I barely found traces of that guy I used to know, other than his blue-green eyes that still mesmerize me.

Even more, he looked defeated. I then understood why he says my quiet times and peacefulness at home are good things.

It was quite a change from the first time I saw him after so long, when he showed up in a fancy car and gave me an overconfident attitude that was borderline arrogant. Which is what later caused those heavy arguments between us and non-communication for at least 2 years.

Him: “I wouldn’t mind retiring early and living in a boat. I used to look at successful people who’ve done that and thought they were nuts. But now I totally get it. My plan is to keep working until my kids finish college and become independent.”

Wow, so true that the grass is never greener on the other side. No surprise he’ll end up in a place that has to do with the beach in this life, afterlife, and the next one.

Beach, please!


I hear from him again close to 10pm that night.

Him: “Crap. They released the cars while we were having dinner. Wished I knew. The family was done for the day using them, so they said they weren’t needed anymore until tomorrow. So I’m stuck here. Don’t know how you feel coming here though.”

Me: “I don’t like driving at night, especially because of the time and distance to there. My vision is not that great in the evening either, plus don’t want to drive on my own this late.” (And know I can uber, but not paying for it, unless you offer though.)

Him: “I understand.”

I reiterated again that he should just get here and go for a drink. Otherwise, the weekend was looking like seeing each other would not be.

It had been a long day and he was tired, so the texting ended with ‘let’s see what happens tomorrow’.

When I was sort of ready to go to bed myself later on, the last thing that could have happened, happened: he called me. I was so in shock of seeing his image in my phone’s screen, that I didn’t know initially what method he was using to contact me.

Me: “This is a first! ¿A qué se debe el honor?” (to what do I owe this honor?). Don’t recall what he replied to that.

Him: “So tell me something, how is it possible that such a beautiful, sexy woman like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend?”

Me: “There’s many reasons for that. I haven’t been emotionally ready. And the majority of guys I’ve met are not worth it.

When my parents got divorced, there wasn’t a strong male figure in my life except my friend that I used to visit up north (see The Ex-Friend story). My dad was present, but he had his own emotional limitations as a parent. And my sibling didn’t became the older brother figure that I needed. So I didn’t have that guidance about men, which has cost me dearly in so many ways.

My relationships with the primary men in my life, or the lack of thereof, including my ex, have been rocky.

And I didn’t felt loved by those closest to me. I was always trying to fulfill their expectations about me, with the hope they would provide the affection and attention I needed.

But when you live life for others, you’re lost. You have no sense of identity, self-esteem, or idea what one should be. You’re just there, existing day by day, with no certain path.

So this situation of being on my own, figuring things out by myself, not having a man with me, has been the norm since an early age.

This sense of abandonment that I have hasn’t quite gone all the way. Adding insult to injury, my ex turned his back on me. He left me way before he walked out the door.

I could say that the closest to a relationship with a man was one that I had shortly after my divorce. (Note: I haven’t talked about this person before.) He has all the qualities I am looking for in a partner. But after trying to make this work many times, we realized that as much as we loved and respect one another, resolved all our personal issues, the planets aligned perfectly, we are different in ways (culture, upbringing, faith) that will never allow it to happen.

That’s the story of my life: I met the one, but he’s not the one for me.”

Me: “You’re welcome to come my way if you want.”

Him: “I am? How far are you?” (Please don’t start with this again. And, wow, he really took my previous words seriously!)

Me: “I meant during the weekend. Where you are is not exactly close to work (gave him my location) and is farther out to home. The traffic makes the driving more complicated than what it really is even when taking the highway.”

Him: “Send me a pic, all conservative at work. LOL.” (Lord, I should have seen this one coming as well. Some things never change. Lucky for me I had taken a selfie at the office a week earlier that I posted on social media.) “Ahh, nice hair color.”

Me: “It’s supposed to be a violet brown. Needs retouching.”

Him: “I see how it can be that. Nah.”

Okay, enough with the chit-chat. Let’s get to more serious matters.

Me: “What’s brings you to town?”

Him: “My client is vacationing here with his family and friends, and wanted me to come along in case there are any medical issues.”

Me: “So what do you in the meantime?”

Him: “Right now I’m chilling in my room. Sometimes I join them in activities. Our relationship has evolved into a friendship. So I am almost family. I usually stand by and await the call.”

Me: “Interesting.”

Him: “How so?”

I didn’t respond because I was at work. What I would have said was that it gets my attention how he became a personal doctor to a high-end market, gets all these fabulous perks that your client covers for, meanwhile making a great salary yourself. It’s a life many people would trade for in a heartbeat.

Speaking about medicine, I took off the next day (Friday) to get a physical exam. I hadn’t been feeling my best recently and someone suggested getting one, since it had been way too long since I last had one.

The appointment was early in the morning. I knew I would probably finish with enough time to be able to meet with this guy, but decided not to tell him. And that’s because if I really want to move away from my past with him, then it means I have to stick to what I said. Plus, I wanted to dedicate the day to myself and enjoy it.

He texts me around 3pm that day.

Him: “Hope your Friday is going well.”

Me: “At home. Took the day to go to the doctor.”

Him: “Oh. You should have come to the beach. What doctor? You ok?”

Me: “Went to a family one. I had recovered from a bad cold which relapsed recently. Haven’t had a general checkup for years. Now that I’m a person of a certain age, have to be more careful of what happens healthwise. I knew the appointment would take a few hours, so decided to ask the day off and go to it with no rush.”

Him: “Good. It can save your life. You old lady.”

Me: “¡Más viejo eres tú!” (you’re the old one!)

Him: “Me… very old. LOL.”

Me: “You should come my way. Maybe have a drink?”

Him: “To your apartment? Hmmm. Have to be with this guy. There’s an agenda for the day, which can go until late. I know there’s a couple of limos and an SUV that they use. Maybe I can get one of them after they’re done and go to you. Will let you know.”

Dude, ever heard of the latest taxi services? In other words, just uber yourself. As simple as that. Any questions?






{August 14, 2017}   Looking Back 58 – The options

About a week went by when I get this text: “Hope you are well. In an effort to streamline my life, I deactivated the previous number a few weeks ago. Hope you are well. This is my active number now. Frank.” Now I know why he didn’t make any remarks to my last text.

And definitely needs to ease his life. By the repeat of the “hope” line it’s clear he has no time to do something as simple as double-checking what he wrote.

And, no, won’t forward my last message again. Better that it happened that way. Instead, I focused on finding out what happened during the long weekend.

Me: “So what did you finally do for the holiday?”

Him: “Which one? The 4th?”

Me: “Yes. Went to the Bahamas?”

Him: “No. I stayed local. My daughter’s birthday was on the 2nd.”

Me: “Good for you.”

Him: “One can only take the Bahamas so much. LOL.”

Me: “What are you saying? You love the beach.”

Him: “It’s the Bahamas. Not the beach.”

Me: “The Bahamas are synonymous with that.” (In other words, don’t dissect what I say so much. You love the beach. The Bahamas is a beach paradise. Thus you like it there. Or so I thought.)

The texting ended there yet again, with a feeling that this maybe would be the last one for a while. But like I said before, I’m fine with that.

About a week later on a Thursday at exactly 12pm, I get a new text.

Him: “Well…” (with an image of the side view of an executive jet). “I’ll be your way in 25 minutes.”

I thought to myself, ‘he’s back!!!’ And I’ll give him credit that he announced his arrival at a very descent time, although it was done basically when he was already here. So at least he paid attention when I said to please let me know early and not when I’m about to leave work.

Me: “Wow! The lifestyle of the rich and famous. And I of a commoner. How long will you be here for?”

Him: “The weekend. Will be in Bal Harbour.” (Now that’s nice!)

Me: “Good for you. The famous cardio patient?”

Him: “Yes ma’am. What are you up to?”

Me: “Working. Reviewing a radio spot for a fast-food client.”

Him: “Fun. Just landed.”

Me: “Cool. It actually makes me hungry.” (laughing emoji)

Him: “Hungry? The commercial?”

Me: “Yes.”

I then took a break from texting; I had to finish what I was doing, but I did mostly to buy time and decide how I would go about him.

Since I had expressed before that I needed to disconnect from everything us related, I had the feeling he was waiting for me to make that decision.

It’s not that complicated, I either go to him (if I choose to do that) or he comes to me (which shouldn’t be a problem).

Or, put in another way, I’ll analyze it like the combo meal described in the copy I’m reviewing: “Choose between a double bacon cheeseburger or chicken BLT, plus nuggets, fries, and a drink for just $4.”

So, what’s the deal? Hmmm. How about lunch (not this one; my own) and then decide? Yeah, I can chew on that.







et cetera