The New M.E. Generation











“Hello” and” Hello, you!” was what we said to each other while hugging at the top of the stairs.

I got slightly nervous and didn’t know what else to say besides, “sorry about the wet floor. It always happens when it’s windy and pouring rain”.

I welcomed him into my apartment; he noticed I usually leave my shoes at the entrance, so he did the same. His were very beach shoes. I didn’t like them; thought he would wear something dressier, besides a polo shirt and jeans, to see me.

The other thing that struck me was the big belly that he had. Couldn’t believe this was a guy whose physique was the envy of anyone back in the day. And now seeing him like this, as someone who ‘gave up’ on this aspect of his life, doesn’t correlate with a person I always saw as successful in anything they would set out to do.

But the most shocking thing of all occurred when I looked at him from head to toe and asked myself, ‘has he always been this short?’

I’ve never considered myself that small, more of an average height, but had always wanted a few more inches. In comparison to me, he had less the inches that I wanted to gain. Standing face to face, the disparity was obviously visible, and for the first time ever, I felt tall.

He sat down at my sofa and I on my chair. I had no idea where to start the topics of conversation, so I started with his divorce. It was still ongoing and as messy as I remembered him telling me about it.

He believes that all that really happened is that she had a mid-life crisis and now she’s doing all that she never did until today, like having a younger boyfriend, traveling, give him a hard time.

Yep, sounds sort of my story. Instead of my ‘x’ having menopause, he had ‘peckerpause’, as in thinking life was leaving him behind like a train and needed to reproduce right away. He kept the one who immediately opened her legs and gave him what he wanted.

I have made some travels and dated more than one younger man. It hasn’t been exactly great, but quite an experience indeed.

This guy also told me about his kids and how close he is to them, his parents and sibling, and how, in the future, once his kids are all grown up, would like to work abroad.

Wow, some things never change. His family was always close to each other and now he’s the same with his kids. And him planning going international, no surprise either. What he envisions, he always gets.

And while I was listening to him, that same insecure feeling I felt back then slowly resurfaced to the top. Here I am with no significant other or kids, and not exactly close or distant with my scattered family. But, worst of all, I have no idea or plans of what my future will or should be.

I’m just living life day by day and don’t give much thought about what will, or should, happen next.

I know there’s nothing wrong with that or should feel bad about it. But with this guy, as I said before, some things will always remain the same, no matter what.

Not even a historical moment like this one can fix it.

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‘I also remember your forward sense of humor. I liked that very much.’

I had a sense of humor and he liked it? Since when?

Being in high school was a difficult time for me. Not only was I dealing with the normal issues of a teenager (like, am I smart enough? Am I pretty? What am I going to do with my life after graduating?), my personal life at home was not a nice one.

So where was I getting this humor from and why was I displaying it with him? What was it about him that gave me the confidence to say whatever I felt like?

Maybe I was trying too much to get his attention (probably). I remember him being so serious that perhaps I was trying for him to loosen up.

Or, without realizing it, I had found a harmless way to vent or show a side of me I didn’t knew it existed.

Another reason could be that I was hanging out at the beach. The blue sky, water, and sand, getting a nice tan, can have a positive effect on anyone.

And in true Las Vegas style, whatever you did and said, stayed there. (Weren’t those days before social media just wonderful?)

But, my question is, did the ‘beach guy’ had an equally sense of humor as mine? I have no recollection on that.

I’ll blame it on his great bathing suit body and awesome tan he always had.

Well, hey, at least give me credit that some of my memories didn’t sink at the bottom of the ocean.



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