The New M.E. Generation

“I’m glad you remember me being cheerful when I was trying to get your attention because I sort of had a crush on you,” wrote I. “My memory is that you basically ignored me.”

“Let’s get one thing straight; you did have a crush on me, and I actually looked forward to seeing you around school,” replied he.

How embarrassing, I was that obvious!

“All right, all right, I admit it; I had a crush on you,” said I. Strange, though, how different we both remember things. For me it was more seeing you sitting at your desk studying.”

“Yes, I was focused on my work and still am with that.”

Yes you were. Sometimes I sat next to you to talk to you but your attention was in your books.

“At least one of us got their lives figured out. Yours is what I wish for.”

“Well, things always look greener on the other side and I wouldn’t have my life any other way from what it is. But you shouldn’t feel bad about yours. Keep up the faith; you never know when things turn around for you. You have to believe on that,” replied he.

Believe in it? What do I actually believe on?

I said good-bye to Dina and ‘the hand at the thigh guy’ and after entering my car, the two left still walking holding hands. I was happy for her, but somewhat concerned to how the night would end for her, meaning if he were a descent guy, etc.

It’s been a while that neither of us had met someone and when it does, it feels like the first time: being clueless, insecure and scared of what the outcome might be.

I got home and did the usual procedure after being out for the night, including emptying the purse I used of all its contents.

I took out the business card and read what was written in the back. It read ‘Christian’ and a mobile number.

‘Christian?’ I thought to myself, ‘it sounds too religious to me. I mean, of all the endless possible names to consider for a baby boy you chose this one?? No, I don’t like it.’

All right, I admit that I’ve asked repeatedly for some divine intervention from the universe as it relates to love, but did you had to send him? What are you trying to tell me?

I know I’m not supposed to judge others on a name, but I’m not really getting a vibe from this one.

So, what am I going to do? Realistically speaking, there are no other candidates to consider.

Ok, ok, I’ve made my decision. I’ll wait for a couple of days to go by and then I’ll give him a call. I’m not sure if this is the best thing to do, but at least I won’t look desperate (I think).

Decision made. Time to go to sleep.

Let’s see what happens.

It was around 8pm on a weekend when my mobile rang. I was caught up on something else, so by the time I reached my phone, the call transferred to my voicemail.

I read the missed call number and it somewhat ‘rang a bell,’ but couldn’t pinpoint whom it belonged to. The caller left a message and I’m very curious to know whom it is.

“Emma, it’s me! Ricky!!”

‘Whaaat??’ I said to myself. This guy goes back, way back. More or less during the time that ‘The Swedish Massage’ guy first appeared.

I had taken him out of my life for good. But now I’m wondering what the hell does he want now?? Well, for starters, I have to keep listening…

“I was on the area and was calling you because…” (The message got caught off.) For goodness sake, don’t you know how to use your mobile applications correctly?

Yes, I admit it. I’m in shock. This one I was not expecting, at all! On top of that, he sounded extremely happy when I remember him being too serious for my taste.

So, what’s going on with him? All these memories related to him slowly, but surely start coming back, which is not good at all.

I honestly don’t want to talk to him. But, at the same time, I need to confront my bad memories and, like I’ve been accomplishing so far with the other guys, put them to rest.

But, before I do that, I need to get some ammo.

I’m calling Madelyn.

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