The New M.E. Generation











‘And it’s about a 3 ½ hour drive. And I’m falling asleep,’ text I.

‘Good night Mimi,’ replied he.

‘Another toy? Wrong chick. And you have a new girlfriend.’

‘Ha. I have no GF. I have called you that before. Yes I have a crap load of cars.’

‘When did you called me that?’

‘High school. You don’t remember?’

‘There’s a crap load of things about you that I still don’t. How and why did you come up with that name?’

‘IDK. I can’t believe you don’t remember!!’

‘Sorry; trying really hard. There had to be reason you gave the name to me. You don’t do anything for nothing.’

‘I think you asked me to call you that. It was sort of a love nickname.’

‘No one has ever given me a nickname, not even family. I was insecure back then, so I doubt I would’ve asked you for anything.’

The texting stopped at that point. It was late, but couldn’t fall asleep. The name thing was circling my mind and as hard as I thought about it, the recollection was not happening.

But it helped to make sense of other feelings I have felt. I would bet anything he gave me the name, which probably made me feel special and that I was more than just a friend. It’s almost a girlfriend feeling, but perhaps that I was part of his life.

My adolescence was difficult, especially the relationship with my mom, and among that chaos I thought someone loved me. Having a nickname symbolized the person I wished I could have been and probably what I thought he expected of me.

I wasn’t happy with my life, so being with someone I thought had feelings for me was all I could ask for, and having another name made me different and set me aside from everyone else.

Now I understand the conflicting memories of what we actually were. This guy probably felt something for me, but not to a level of considering me anything other than this playful girl who liked hanging out at the beach with him.

Me, on the other hand, would feel too much for other guys because I was looking for the affection I wasn’t getting at home. That’s why it was so hard for me to take when he graduated and never looked for me afterwards. Maybe my mind has deleted or archived all this to avoid feeling again all the pain I felt because of it.

So what am I feeling about this forgotten name? ‘Mimi’ sounds almost like ‘me me’. I like how it sounds. I could approach it that it’s all about me now, how I’ve turned my life around and made it all mine.

Mimi might have resurfaced from the deep, but what washed back to shore looks pretty bright and polished.

Am I totally back? No, but for today, that’s good enough for me.

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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.



Yes it was. It wasn’t just rain; it seemed as if a hurricane had just hit the area and I wasn’t aware of it.

The water came down heavy and hard, so much that not even the curtains to protect the dinning area helped.

Our waiter offered to relocate us so we chose to sit at the bar. I excused myself to go to a ‘brb’, but more than that, I needed to take a breather.

The rain, in its horrific state that presented itself, was ironically a lifeline. It started just when the arguing conversation needed to end before it got worse.

When I got back, Alex was talking to these two girls sitting to his left. I wasn’t pleased about it, but didn’t show it. Instead, I joined in the conversation to pretend I didn’t care. I ordered a new drink and decided not to let it get to me again.

I enjoyed the rest of the night as much as I could. The rain ended and it sure was the same for me.

Alex walked me to my car and we said good-bye. I wasn’t sure what to expect in the future, if that.

Some weeks later he called me and we met up again. Other time after I called him and hanged out. In between we call each other and have good conversations.

We finally got to where we should have all along: being friends. It feels as if the time gap never happened.

I’m glad to say I’m content with the relationship we have right now and can only wish it stays this way.

Could anything else happen between us? No, it won’t. I’m sure we’re not meant for each other and I’m fine with that.

Whatever could happen next (or not), well, I’m not going to chase it down like I used to. I’ll just let the universe take care of that.



About a half hour later, Christian finally called back. “Done! Headed your way already. Should be there any minute now.”

I literally grabbed my things, jumped out of the car and ran towards the marina. When I got there, Christian and his buddy were waiting for my arrival.

When I got there I was almost out of breath. “Hello again,” said I to him. He introduced me to his fishing buddy.

And off we went! It was not the first time I’ve been in a boat (this one was about 20-25 feet long, pretty much what I’ve been before), so I knew how to maneuver around it.

The day was perfect for taking a boat ride. There was not a lot of wind, making it easy to sail. Jumping waves may sound like a lot of fun to you. But when a boat this size starts jumping up and down hard, better have a strong stomach ‘cause you’re going to feel it.

We cruised for about 15 minutes until we reached a shallow area in the middle of the open water that it’s a favorite for small boats and people to hang out.

The area was pretty full, so finding where to anchor was no easy task. Because I’ve been in boats before, I tried to help in whatever way possible. I was determined to at least give a good impression of a skilled boater if all else failed (I meant whatever happened after today’s encounter).

When all was under control, Christian and I stepped off the boat and sat on the water. His buddy stayed behind.

Christian and I were sitting face to face looking at each other and (now that the meeting finally occurred), neither one had any idea what to say. We were totally speechless.

Is this crazy or what?

He finally broke the silence. “So, we finally made it.”

“Yeah, I thought it would never happen.”

So what am I now supposed to do? Do I hug him? Kiss him? Ask a trivia question?

Another divine intervention please!



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