The New M.E. Generation











I would be lying to you, and myself, if I told you I stopped finding out the whereabouts of this guy through social media. Although I wasn’t ‘following’ him, I still had access to go into his profile and check out what was happening. And if I wanted more details on anything, my bestie was the one to go to for the whole scoop.

You may ask why I do this, considering all that has happened. Sometimes, as much as it may continue to hurt or upset you, you just have to know.

In my case, I try to look at things and find a humorous side (there’s one if you try hard enough, trust me), to remind myself that not having this guy in my life is the best, even if you don’t know all the reasons why just yet.

Take for example the time this guy and the bitch took a trip to NYC. The posts started way before they entered the city by car, including taking photos of idiotic things such as exit signs and writing even more moronic captions (“we’re about to get there” or “here we come”).

It got even worse when they took one of those ferry boats that people use to commute from one side of Manhattan to the other. This guy posted, “honey, here’s our ‘cruise'”. WTF? What do you mean with the quotation marks? Close but no cigar? That you don’t have money for the real thing, so you had to settle for ‘la lancha de Cataño’?

I was laughing so much, I took a screen shot of it and send it to my BFF. It was one of those moments that you can’t control your laughter and almost cry as well. She and I exchanged every humorous emoticon we had and kept making fun of it like little girls in school sharing gossip.

I then saw that they went to see a baseball game and were posting more photos of them pretending to be the happiest couple in the world. His captions read, ‘thank you to the baseball team at (the last state he lived, where he used to take part in their softball team) for the tickets.’

“Those tickets weren’t free,” said my bestie. “He keeps boasting about things other people give him, but there’s always some cost involved. He just wants to come across as having all these friends that supposedly love and care for him, when in reality many of them have turned against him by his own fault.”

“So the airline tickets are the same thing?” asked I.

“Of course! How it goes is that his ‘bro’ is allowed an amount of airline flight vouchers for friends and family. When someone wants to use one, the friend has to submit the request to his employer and the price as an employee is charged to him. Then the person who’s using the ticket reimburses you. That’s why you have to fly on standby,” continued she.

“I don’t remember him telling me that he had to pay. No wonder he spoke so highly of his ‘bro’ so much,” said I.

“I feel sorry for that ‘bro’ of his. He’s a good person, but unfortunately controlled and manipulated by this other guy. He’s using the ‘bro’ to get what he needs for himself and that bitch, but I’m sure he owes him a lot for those tickets. And I wouldn’t be surprised either that the ‘bro’ has lent him money as well,” continued she.

“You’re right; I never thought about that. I always wondered how he managed to pay for them when he has been without a job. Can’t believe how foolish I am,” said I.

“That’s the thing; the ‘bro’ puts up with him and helps him because, unfortunately, he doesn’t have that many friends, a wife or family to account for. This guy should count his blessings, ’cause you never know when his ‘bro’ turns around and demands payment,” said she.

“I remember the story that this guy would tell his ‘bro’ that he needed to change his work schedule from working nights and getting 3 days off, to something normal like most people do, if he wants to meet someone. Well, that’s what he said,” continued I.

“I think that situation is true; the ‘bro’ has no reasons for fabricating stories. He’s a good person, but someone who doesn’t see farther from what’s there in front of him,” said she.

“I wouldn’t feel good about myself owing money to you and his ‘bro’. Wow, he has really managed to get what he wants, either emotionally, financially, or whatever else, to later act like he doesn’t owe people anything,” said I.

“Yep; worst part is he always said that the bitch ‘le debe dinero a las mil vírgenes’ (she owes money to all the thousands of saints). But, like him, is trying to make everyone believe that their relationship is so great. Bah!

Just look at him up close; he’s fat, looks old and bloated. The clothes, I’ve seen him wearing them and he keeps using them over and over. She, please, looking cheap as always, plus overweight.

When I was with him, he didn’t have much money, but his clothes always looked impecable. He also watched his weight and exercised. He looked real nice. When you make a comparison, he’s not even a shadow of what I used to know,” said she.

True that. It thought I would get sad, but instead laughed slightly and looked up. Yes, people change and not always for the best. And put themselves in situations that makes others laugh at you and not with you.

It’s like when you play baseball. You stand at home plate and decide whether to take a swing at the ball or not. Maybe you hit it the right way and sometimes you hit people in the wrong place. You may argue that you’re having bad luck in the game of life, but in the long run, people will ultimately realize that you’re bluffing and just want to ‘steal the bases’ for your own good.

 

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It had been a long and enjoyable weekend and still had the second city to get to for the day.

My friend got out of the water, rinsed off, changed clothes and else, while I sat on the car waiting for him when I checked my phone. It was around 3pm.

And, there it was, a missed call from an unidentified caller. Looking at the number, I took a guess it could be no one else but ‘the beach guy’.

I called back, got his voicemail, and left a message.

Great, now this is going to be like the ‘back and forth’ emails that we send to each other at random times.

I had mixed feelings when I heard his voice. On one end I was glad that, after all these years, we would finally get to speak to each other. On the other, I was having a gut feeling life was to repeat itself.

My friend got inside the car and, when I was about to start it, the phone rang again and it was he. The moment of truth had arrived and I was nervous.

We exchanged the usual greetings and small talk before getting down to business.

“I’m 2 hours away from you,” said he. “I could drive down today and stay at a hotel to sleep.”

“The thing is I’m headed to another place now with my friend to have dinner there and then drive all the way back, so I don’t know what time I’ll be back. You should have called me ahead of time. Can you make it tomorrow?” asked I.

“No, I have a lot to do tomorrow, starting with my kids. It’s difficult for me to plan ahead. Also, is that guy your boyfriend?”

I knew this question would come up. “No, he’s not my boyfriend!” said I in an upsetting tone. “I’ve known him since I was 13 and graduated from our school as well.” (Dude, if I invited you to come see me it’s because I have an interest in you.)

I thought to myself, why am I giving this extensive explanation to him? Worst of all, I should have stepped outside my car and taken the call away from my friend. The way I responded to the question was totally wrong.

The conversation got into more of ‘who should done what and when’, or who was responsible for this failed attempt to see each other.

So, I agreed with ‘the beach guy’ that I would call him when I was traveling back from my dinner.

I took the wheel again and tried to concentrate on my driving, but my friend knew I was upset. I didn’t want to talk about it because I was sure his opinion about the other guy just got more negative.

At a certain point I did vent out because I was frustrated yet again at my bad luck with men.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have told him about meeting. I feel like a fool for getting my hopes too high like you said,” said I.

“Better now than later,” answered he.

“I know, but nothing happened. I don’t know what to make of it.”

“Don’t think about it. Enjoy your vacation.”

Yes, I should. I’ll figure it out (or not) after my trip ends.



I may have had bad luck with guys, but I’ve learned to appreciate the good things that happen to my male friends.

Maybe it is because I can see that one day I can have what enriches their life, including hopefully finding a new love for me. But how can that happen if I don’t even score a date? I haven’t had one in such a long time, I don’t even know what that is any more. Whatever, I’m not going to get annoyed by this. I’ll just throw it into the universe and see what happens, if that.

I completely forgot my need for a date when something totally new to me happened. One day I made a comment to one of my male friends posts, and, on the next day, another guy posted a comment that was directed more to me than at my friend.

‘Damn dude,’ said this other guy, ‘I didn’t know you had such a pretty friend. She and I should go out together.’

Thank you, whomever you are, for making that remark for the whole network of people to know about. Besides, that photo of yours doesn’t show much of you, so not very impressed here.

I mean, who is this guy anyway?



About another week went by that Alex and I kept corresponding via email. The messages were not that long, but allowed to get to know one another little by little.

I have to admit I was quite impressed with what I was reading. In spite of all he’d gone through, he sounded like he was in a place that has allowed him to regain control of his life. He still had a way to go, but each passing day brought him closer to be where he wanted to be.

Whoa! Doesn’t all this communication keep sounding like someone I know (or trying to get to know)? Yes, me!

This sounds too good to be true, finding someone who ‘clicks’ with you. It actually feels scary. You want to meet someone who is compatible with you, but with my past history, you don’t want to get hopes too high. All other experiences have been so bad that you take for granted it will happen again, again, and again.

So, why am I into this knowing that it will probably end up in nothing? Guess you’ve got to keep on trying. I mean, I can’t have bad luck for good, or, am I?



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