The New M.E. Generation











The ‘beach guy’ may be busy with a patient, but did find time to go on vacation for the long weekend, where else to, but the beach. The Bahamas to be exact.

Of all the choices there are, it had to be in the same environment you practically live at every opportunity there is?

Him: “Trip was really good. I’m somewhat sore from the jet ski and a bit burned.” (He has spent so much time under the sun, he mentioned once that he has ‘a permanent tan’. He probably doesn’t even what his real skin color is.)

Me: “My weekend was quiet.”

Him: “Quiet is good.” (What does he mean exactly?)

Me: “Can be, yes.” “You don’t seem the quiet one” (especially after all the activity you probably had on the water).

Him: “Actually, I am.” (I replied with a thinking face emoji.) “Really.” (If you mean never calling, writing, having contact with me, or truly saying what’s on your mind, then I guess you are.)

Me: “Anyways, still busy with your patient?”

Him: “Just left there. But he’s getting better.”

Me: “Maybe you will have time for yourself soon.” (And hopefully me when you finally make it over here?)

Him: “I hope so. These days are too long for old me.” (He then sends a selfie. And, yes, he does look that.)

Me: “You’re not old. Just tired from the day.” (Another vacation perhaps?)

Him: “Ok. Whatever you say. You’re still beautiful.” (Why does he keep saying that? I didn’t even send a reply photo. It’s nice to be told things like this. But when they continue and nothing else happens afterwards, the ‘special effect’ doesn’t last anymore.)

Me: “That’s how life is. Everything changes. I could happily do with less pounds.”

Him: “You don’t look much different from what I remember.”

Me: “If we ever hit the beach together again you’ll see it. Reminiscence the old days.” (Hint, hint…)

Him: “I’m sure.” (Really? When?) “They were good, that’s for sure.”

Me: “Now things are not that easy to make happen. Especially with distance.”

Him: “That too.”

I kept throwing comments at him (especially those that could appeal to his emotions and memories), hoping he would take the bait. But it all boils down to a ‘lots of talk and no walk’ behavior he has always exhibited. In other words, it’s not happening anytime soon.

I know living 4 hours apart from each other is a problem. And I’m not a fan of long distance relationships either. But the ‘what if’ of then and now is still looming over my head.

And so is what the Cuban lady told me when she did the cards reading almost a year ago (see ‘The reading’ chapters under The Ex-Friend story). She correctly predicted that ‘a short guy that I already knew was to come back’.

Upon asking her ‘for what?’, she replied “para comer mierda” (to talk bullshit).

She even went further as to state very clearly that ‘nobody wants anything with anyone; nobody wants to give you anything; nobody cares about anything. To have fun with you and have a good time, yes, anything else, no.’

Meaning, this guy has no interests other than the already discussed ‘booty call’ or any activity that falls under the ‘friends with benefits’ category.

In other words, ‘girl, you’ve been warned.’ Time to pick up the cards and shuffle again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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