The New M.E. Generation

“And there’s a guy with like a tanned skin. The men are like that where you live,” said the spiritual woman.

“There’s lot of changes happening for you starting now. As always, some good, some bad. Changes with friends, work, places. The changes will come spontaneously, but are not bad ones. There’s some people that are stuck in the same situation over and over. But these ones are favorable,” continued she.

“You’re still young,” said she. “Well, not that much,” replied I. “You still can have kids. How old are you? About 50, right?” continued she. “Correct. The doctor told me my time with that is up,” replied I. “I know of someone who gave birth at 60,” said she. (If you say so…)

She then continued by saying that I have a job, and mentioning other details about family members.

“And who is that woman that you have to see?” asked she. (Why does this bitch is still coming up??)

“When the year ends you will see someone crying,” said she. (Hmm, I wonder if it is this guy; my bestie has always said one day he will deeply regret all he’s done. Maybe her dream will indeed come true.)

“Guys look for you for what you have, but even with your job and else, you’re still alone,” said she. (That’s because they’re after getting what they need [sex obviously] and whether you give it to them or not, they will ultimately dump you. You’re just disposable. It’s all about them, not the other person.)

“And who is the older white guy?”, asked she. “Someone as white as you. He’s coming to your home. He’s a good man. Gets along with you. Maybe a family member?”

“Oooh,” continued she. “Have you done other readings before? Have you ever been told that you have a winged spirit of an indian? This is a good spirit that protects you. He walks with you.” (Nice; he’s probably been fighting off all the bad vibes that this bitch has tried to instill in me.)

“Someone who wanted to get married, didn’t get married,” said she. “There was someone who wanted to marry me, but didn’t??” asked I. “No, not with you specifically. It could have been other people who said they would get married, but didn’t, and ended up living together. Who are they?” continued she. “They didn’t go forward with the marriage, they broke up, later got back together to continue their ‘relación de cama’ (a bed relationship or based on sex). That’s what happened.”

OMFG! Still going with this guy and the bitch. And no surprise about the bed thing. Incredible how this guy is in this relationship just for the sex. His mind is really screwed up!

“One time I was with a girlfriend of mine and this guy at the beach,” told me my bestie once. “My girlfriend is somewhat overweight and not the prettiest one. This guy started checking her out and had a grin on his face that he wanted to screw her. I looked at him and said, ‘hey, can you be less obvious??’ His face quickly changed and said ‘What?’ like he didn’t know what I was talking about. So sick. He’ll go for anyone who spreads their legs for him.”

“In spite of everything that has happened to you, you can’t complain about luck, because you’re a person that walks through life with luck,” continued she.

“An older white man will go to your home. Is he coming for your mom or maybe for you?” asked the woman. “I don’t know. My mom and I live in different countries. And my closest family members have already passed,” replied I.

“At the end of everything, life still smiles at you,” continued she.

“You have many suitors, guys. They come to see you because of work, for friendship or other things. Good relationships, good luck, things that develop into good things” continued she. (Not really sure on the last part though.)

“Still seeing this man,” continued she. “The older man? But not as a companion, right?” asked I. “I don’t know what he’s up to,” replied she. “Even if he’s older, but you like him, who cares? Being alone, even less at old age, is not good.”

You’re right again, lady. Being single is not always fabulous, especially if you’ve been without a boyfriend for years and you feel that won’t change any time soon.

So who is this man that she keeps talking about? Will it be someone I haven’t met yet? It has to because no one else fits the profile. And, how old are we talking about?

Universe, please,  I don’t need to sweat excessively over this like I have already on this extreme tropical weather. Can you please send me something ‘refreshing’ my way?


As the movie went on, I kept looking at the screen and this guy continued texting, stopping from time to time to speak random topics and share his drink with me. I would take a small sip each time he offered it, as the taste was too strong for me. At one point I declined drinking from it because I wasn’t enjoying it. He may have been in the need of getting a buzz, but that’s one thing I was not interested in sharing with him.

I don’t know how it happened, but I started talking about my dating situation, specifically about this one guy I had mentioned to him before, that was a good man, but always wanted to kiss me, in spite of me telling him that I liked him as a person, but not enough to be engaging in kissing.

“I was at the apartment of a male friend of this guy having dinner with some people, and out of the blue he says to me in front of everyone, ‘Emma, you and I should live together’. I opened my eyes wide and shook my head fast from side to side, to which he said, ‘why not??’, and I replied ‘because I’m not in love with you’; he didn’t say anything else afterwards,” explained I to my then friend.

“He later walked me to my car and said, ‘give me a kiss!!’, to which I did to get him off my back,” continued I. “He saw that I wasn’t happy about it and says, ‘girl, you’re so difficult to get a kiss from’. I mean, he always manages to get one from me, but it’s mostly embarrassing in front of others or in a restaurant. I know I have to disconnect from him if I want to avoid this situation from happening over and over. It’s so imposed it just takes the fun away of kissing all together.”

All of a sudden, this guy stops texting, turns around and says something like, “maybe he should have kissed you like this?”, to give me a quick kiss right on my lips. He then turned around again and continued as he was before.

I was completely caught off guard by what he did and didn’t like it. For starters, I had the taste of his drink on my lips which disgusted me. It also made me wonder if he had been trying to get me into a buzz so some action beyond the movie would happen.

Looking at it all closely, it was the perfect scenario for him, and was just waiting for the right moment to make it happen. And after his past offers of us getting together as a couple, he knew chances of us seeing each other were basically running out and needed to act, fast.

I don’t recall how the night ended, but definitely not anything that transcended his kiss.

The next day, I woke up with the plan of leaving as soon as he would or before he did. His mom was in the kitchen and he sitting by the TV, still using his phone non-stop as the night before.

I was sitting at the table having breakfast when this guys suddenly asks me, “hey, do you remember my girlfriend from high school??!!” (using her nickname), to which I replied, “barely; I have this memory of you two together at a school activity or something, where you introduced her to me. You two were holding hands. Besides that, one time the school she studied at hosted a university fair, and she was the one who prepared my agenda for the day. At the bottom of the page she wrote ‘Prepared by (nickname)’ and added a smiley face.”

My friend looked at me and said nothing else. I didn’t question him about his inquiry about her, don’t know why. I guess I was so into what happened the previous night and me driving back home that I didn’t give it a second thought, like that maybe the mystery person behind the texts could have been her? Which means that now there’s a third woman present in this guy’s life to which participation and motives I have no clue about.

I mean, I would much rather prefer that this guy ends with her high school love than that bitch he lived with. But after last night’s event, question is, where do I stand in all this?

I packed and else after breakfast and got ready to go. It was about mid-morning and this guy was driving his car to the ‘hateful place’, so wanted to take as much advantage of the daylight as he could.

We did the usual of hugging each other before leaving, taking a picture together, saying ‘drive safely’ and ‘call me when you get home’, and look at each other as if this would be the last time we would meet, well, at least I did.

There was this weird feeling inside me that I couldn’t decipher then and very different from other occasions, but I ignored it. It was time to go home and get back to my own life, the one that he has been partially part of for some time.

Will anything get back as before? Probably not. Only time will tell; no, make that what he tells me over time. But, will it be the truth or perhaps the ‘kiss of death’?

et cetera