The New M.E. Generation











Memories are like flood water: they never stop once they start flowing.

Case in point, a former high school teacher of mine was commenting on social media that the school had created a promotional video which included several photos of students throughout the decades. One of them had members from my class and, you guessed it, I was one of those in the image. (Note: This happened way before the ‘beach guy’ recently resurfaced.)

I kept it saved on my smartphone for emotional purposes. I hadn’t seen it for a while, then one day it dawn on me that this guy was in the photo right before mine. I know it was him because that particular image was included in a yearbook, which I got a copy of back in the day.

Still, I looked at the video again and paused it to be sure. I mean, what were the chances that he and I would end up in it when this was put together?? Think about it. It was like one of those moments when I get the feeling that the universe is trying to tell me something. What specifically? Don’t know.

Me: “Hey, check out this promo video from school. You’re in it.”

Him (the next day late in the evening): “I like it.”

Me: “Was that you in the b&w photo? Did you see me?”

Him: “Yes and yes. I had hair. You’re so cute.”

Oh no, here we go again with him telling me I’m pretty. Is he trying to compensate for it, because he never did before? I kept looking at the sentence, wondering if to take the opportunity to tell him directly that I wanted to see him. But every time I did, I held back.

Honestly, it all felt like that scene from the ‘Sex and the City’ movie, where the main character is reading several emails from her former fiancé, and the last one reads: “I know I screwed it up – but I will love you forever.” She covers her face using her hands, then looks at the screen confused as to what to do next.

She then thinks to herself: “I wanted to call him, but our love, Carrie and Big, volumes 1, 2 and 3, stopped me.” My situation felt similar like this, except that he never used these words with me, and is short (maybe I should refer to him as ‘Mr. Small’ from now one).

Me: “Check out my hairstyle! (face with tears of joy emoji). You should show it to your kids.”

Him: “I will.”

Me: “The video makes me nostalgic” (hint, hint).

Him: “Yes it does. It’s a great promo video.”

Me: “It makes me want to see you, but easier said than done.” (There, I said it. Hint, hint, hint…)

We ended the texting shortly after, without him giving any replies to what I last said. It’s obvious that if he’s not taking the situation about us meeting, even when I’m using nostalgia, seriously, he won’t later on.

So what to do now? Honestly, I’m not into engaging in any of those ‘I said, you said’ arguments this time around, when his texts already expressed this underlying message: I’m into you, but not enough to go the extra mile.

If he was really interested in seeing me or having something beyond (whatever it is), he would have either called me by now, or be making plans to make it happen.

The distance excuse is not going to cut it. There’s people who have ‘moved heaven and earth’ to be with the one they love, and so can he.

He may argue that we have a past together, but has certainly given a lot more of himself to other women that he ever did to me, the one he says has great memories with.

The attention is in the details, and you’ve given me enough of them to prove my point.

 

 

 

 



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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