The New M.E. Generation











This guy returned my call around 3-4pm that Saturday. He sounded like he was running 100 miles a minute. He explained that on Saturday afternoons he works as a personal trainer on a gym and was still at that, but wanted to touch base with me before it got later in the day.

Well, that’s nice of him, I think. It was a weird feeling having so much politeness from a young guy like him. Wait, let me rethink this again. Many of the guys I’ve met started out as that, being well mannered and behaving the way I like guys to do.

But after the first encounter, their true beings slowly, and surely, emerge. Reality is they were very smart. They somehow managed to figure it out and mold their personas to make it appealing to me. It is so well crafted, I actually believe there is a possibility that I have finally met a good guy.

So, why am I fooling myself? This guy is probably trying to lure me into the sack. But I’ll give him credit that he works out and knows that if it’s such the case, he better have something worth my attention.

Hearing his voice felt fine. It was one of those occasions when you get a good vibe in the first few minutes of talking to someone.

The only thing that raised a red flag was that he had a ‘jumpy’ tone or talking perhaps a little too fast for me. But this is no surprise since his schedule is filled to the rim. He probably needs that adrenaline rush to be able to pull it all off.

He suggested meeting at 8pm at a bar of my choice. In other words, he was leaving it for me to decide.

I liked that because I was still keeping control of the situation. Meeting him up at the location is an example of that. And, of course, I was not going to put myself in a situation that I know I shouldn’t be.

But I lost control of my thoughts when he asked me what bar it would be. I couldn’t remember the last time I was in one with a guy all by myself.

And what would I talk about? What do I really have to say to him? Is this all going to end sort of bad like my other experiences?

Let’s calm down and control my anxiety level. Let me think about (or put my energy) into something else, like, what am I going to wear?

Now that’s a stressful situation!

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After I sent the email I put my mind into something else. It was one of those few moments in which I would do something and not dwell or kept thinking about what would happen next.

After a few hours of not checking my emails, I finally did. At that moment, I got the curiosity if any outcome had occurred. And it did. He replied.

“Hey, nice to hear from you after all this time. My life is going well with work, kids and else. Give me a call and let’s talk and get an update of everything that’s going on. You probably still have my number, but here it is just in case.”

Wow, that was so unexpected, the part of being so nice and even providing his number. I did expect a reply, but not this type.

Although something written can be interpreted in many ways, it gave me a good vibe. It was the feeling of being an invitation to reopen the lines of communication.

So now that I got the response I really wished for, more than excited, I’m scared.

Of course I will call him. How I speak over the phone is another thing. No room to repeat mistakes.

Damn, what have I gotten myself into?



Ivan took me to a small but modern-looking bar. Because it was so early in the evening, we were the only ones there.

We ordered drinks and picked up the conversation from the one we had over the phone. We went over again on our reasons for giving online dating a try. It pretty much boiled down that finding a mate has been unsuccessful, and this was the only other option that will hopefully ‘save the day.’

I confessed to him that I was surprised he approached me. I asked him what made him do that.

“I was impressed by your beauty, and then after by your profile,” said he.

I was very flattered by his comment that he found me pretty. I know other guys have said this to me before. But, with him, it felt that he meant it.

“What was about my profile that you liked?” asked I.

“I’m not sure. I guess it was your honesty. All I know is that I wanted to meet you,” said he. “What about you? What made you reply to my email?”

“You know what? I’m not quite sure myself. There was something about your smile, the relaxed way that you looked seated in the stairs with your flip-flops that gave me a good vibe.”

We kept looking at each other and couldn’t stop smiling. After a while we were both at ease and enjoying our date. I was feeling that there was even chemistry between us.

I can’t deny that I felt an attraction to him from the moment I saw his pictures and in person. I really wanted to kiss him or get kissed by him. I even wanted to touch him or get closer to him somehow.

But I was scared that if I took the first step, he would take it the wrong way. I wanted to show him that he had made an impression on me, but not too obvious. I just did not want to mess up this date.

Hmm, wonder if he feels the same. I think he does.



Dina and I bumped again with Frank during lunch and met the other instructor, Dave, who had just arrived from California. I suggested to Frank for everyone to sat together at the same table and he gladly agreed.

We all asked for a drink and I decided to make a toast to our newly made friendships, as well to a great weekend.

My vacation couldn’t have started in a much better way.

I’m really glad to be here and in very good spirits. In other words, I am happy.

I can’t recall the last time I felt this way. Maybe it has to do with the change of scenery, or finally meeting other men than just those who are only interested in a pick-up, or finally be ‘away’ from all that had been making me feel so bad about my life and who I am as a person.

Whatever it was, I can only ask that this good vibe stay with me, not only for this weekend, but also for a very long time.



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