The New M.E. Generation

The next day I woke up feeling confused. The bbq of the night before had been nice, but the event had extended far too long. It was one of those feelings that you overdid it and now your body was showing it.

I debated during the morning whether to call Cameron or not. I wasn’t sure if to apologize for my comment of who had texted him, or simply take the opportunity to thank him again, and then discuss this matter. I also wondered if it was necessary for me to say anything to him, even thanks, when I think I did that before he left (honestly, I don’t remember).

I believe I went about my Sunday like any other. If I did make the attempt of calling him, it was in the early evening. And when I did, the call went straight to his voicemail, which didn’t sit well with me.

‘WTF?’ I thought to myself. ‘Has this guy blocked me or something?’

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday came and went. Still no sign of him. Not sure if I made the attempt of calling him again those days, but if I did, it went to voicemail. At this point I didn’t know what to do, but it was clear to me he was avoiding me.

I checked his social media and we were still friends. His profile was as boring and uninteresting as usual, with no clues of his whereabouts or anything else. I wondered if he was checking my posts.

I don’t know what got into me, but I made a drastic move and deleted him as my friend. I probably thought that after 4 days of silence he had moved on with his life, so it was time for me to do the same.

Came Thursday, and when I was getting off the car and walking into the office, I get a call from him. I was juggling my purse and else, and missed answering his call. I returned it when I settled down at my desk.

He quickly tells me that ‘he was about to walk in into the office and only had a few minutes to talk’. Of course you do.

How predictable of a guy to use this false facade as a way to break up with you. They don’t want to deal with a woman ‘going postal’ in person, so they cowardly do this over the phone, taking even more advantage that you’re working, thinking they can make it ‘short and sweet’ to their liking.

Guys, let me tell you something: get on with the times. Just because we’re supposed to be ladylike and behave professionally at work, doesn’t mean it will stop us of telling you to ‘go fuck yourself’.

Because I knew what was coming, I got myself in an empty office, closed the door, and let him say what he had to say.

“It was good for me to go out with you because it helped me,” said he. “Good for you, bad for me,” answered I.

“I still have some issues with my wife to deal with,” continued he. “And you used me to leverage your emotions. Once you got what you needed, you went ahead and disappeared,” said I.

“I didn’t disappear,” said he. “Yes you did,” said I.

“I’m sorry you feel this way and I can only apologize… (blah, blah, blah).” “No you’re not; you’re not the one getting the boot. Question, did you tell the 24-year-old you had issues?”, continued I.

He kept trying to make his case, to which I had a winning argument to everything he was saying.

He then mentioned that he noticed I had ‘unfriended’ him on social media, which he was surprised at and not understanding why I did it. “You took me out of your life, so I did the same,” said I.

I was beyond mad with him. He then said that ‘he was outside the office door about to walk in’ to end the conversation. I know he was running away from me and the situation, but I wasn’t done.

So I went ahead and wrote him through his profile: “I’ll tell you why I’m upset. You disappeared after the bbq. I call you, no answer.

Now you say it was good for you to go out with me because it helped you. That you still need to resolve issues with your divorce.

You told me that when we met. And it may be so, but it’s not for me that others use you. And you came to such a quick decision not to see me any more? You gave that chick 4 months and me less than one?? Really?

What will happen is that you will meet another girl, and that’s it. That thing that you have issues will disappear the minute it happens. I’ve lived that before of guys dumping me, to then quickly learn that they found someone new.

If ever you want to know anything about me, you make the effort. And I took you out of social media because we stopped being friends the minute you decided to walk out of my existence.”

I don’t know if he read it, but I don’t care. This is my version of his ‘short and sweet’, and I like every word of it.

And, you’re a coward. I said it again. A way shorter and sweeter truth.

How do you like the ‘unsweetened’ version of me now?






I don’t know for how long I conversed with the guy I knew from before. But all I can say is that I ended up having a great time at the event and immensely good about myself.

The guy had to leave, baby-sitting night, and expressed that he hoped we would meet again during next month’s event. (If you keep up with your praises, I’m in.)

I relocated Dina and her friends. “Dina, didn’t you see him standing in the bar?”



“For real?”


“So what happened? Did you went over and said hello to him?”

“Are you out of your mind? The guy I was with wouldn’t stop showering me with praises! I was not going to trade that for anything in the world.”

I recounted to Dina the ‘long distance’ encounter. She couldn’t stop laughing. “Well,” said she, “the important thing is that you are over him.”

“Totally,” I concluded.

The next day I called Madelyn. “Madelyn, you will never guess who I saw last night.”

“Ah…hmmm…let me think. Sounds like a conversation we had not so long ago. The only person that comes to mind is Ricky.”

“You are right.”

“Well, how about that?” said she in her usual poised manner.

I gave her the full scoop of the night.

“So how do you feel about what happened last night?” she asked.

“Liberating. That it was just what I needed to give final closure to this experience.”

“Good for you! I think so too.”

And like in many other conversations we’ve had before, we ended up talking about so many things, the Ricky topic quickly vanished into thin air, never to cross my mind again.

All I can say is that, after all this finally came to an end, I’ve cried, I’ve laughed, felt sorry for myself, regained part of my self-confidence, and many more.

The best part is that I’m still here, and that the affairs of the heart are getting better, slowly but surely.

And what about the artwork? It’s staying right where it is. Meaning, I’m not returning it.

This is how I look at it now: my life, like this piece of art, is a work in progress, that one day will simply become a masterpiece.

et cetera