The New M.E. Generation

Another year comes and goes, and what a better way to honor the start of a new one, than getting together and celebrate Dina’s birthday.

Yes, her arrival into this world occurred the first week of the year, many moons ago. Plus, she had just come back from a trip abroad that, once again, showcased her adventurous side and how she makes the most of those moments when she’s somewhere in the world.

Dina gathered together a group of friends for dinner, to be followed afterwards by some dancing. I got to the restaurant around 8pm and pretty much everybody that was invited had just gotten there. We were about six people all together, some which I had not met before.

It was interesting to learn that basically most of us where from different parts of the world, which correlated with Dina’s international travels.

She marveled everyone with her trip stories, all those moments that made it unforgettable, and makes you want to do some of that until your ‘travel bug’ is satisfied.

I looked at Dina while she talked and felt grateful to have her as a friend, as well as be reminded of the so many things I could be discovering around the world.

But, I can’t complaint. I have done some traveling on my own terms and for specific reasons. I have given closure to plenty of things post divorce and feel I am at ease right now.

It’s not that I don’t want to travel no more, but I will start doing it again when the right moment comes. And when that happens it will be just for me as the one who has finally regained who I am as a person, and that is now in a happy and peaceful place.

It will be to discover the other wondrous things the world has to offer and not necessarily to close the gap in issues that were pending in my life. That journey has already been made, and what a ride it was.

It was an awkward feeling when Jeff arrived at my place. The first time I saw him was at the lounge. I was nicely dressed and put up together.

Now I was in jeans and no make-up; just how I normally hang around my place. He knew what I was wearing, but was still nervous to see him.

I offered to sit out in the patio in two lounge chairs. The night presented itself with a full moon and the weather was just right to do that.

The conversation started with the ‘how are you?’ line, moved to admitting that I was surprised that he had called me (or showed some interest in me), but was glad he was here.

After some time of small talk and the confidence opened up between the two of us, the normal thing was for the topics to get more personal.

I don’t know how it happened, but I started speaking about my current state of my divorce very candidly, up to a point that I really opened up about pretty much about my whole life.

I got sad and even shed some tears. But I felt very at ease saying what was on my mind.

And, out of nowhere, Jeff took my hand and held it. I believe he said something like, ‘don’t worry, things will be fine.’

I thanked him for his gesture. “I don’t know what you plan to do with your situation. But I hope that it gets resolved for the best as well.”

We sat there in the patio for a long time. I remained emotional most of the night, but at least got some temporary relief.

Jeffrey said he would keep in touch with me. I didn’t ask him to explain what he meant by this (and if he actually planned to do so). But, what the heck, can’t complaint.

Even if I never get to see him again, minimizing the pain I was feeling back then, and getting a dose of hopefulness for facing the future was all worth it.

Just think what two encounters with this guy have made for me.

Shoot! If only he wasn’t ‘that complicated.’

et cetera