The New M.E. Generation











“So,” asked I, “how’s your semester doing?”

“Good, hectic, but good.”

“Well, I appreciate you putting some time aside tonight. Let me ask you, are you still using the site?”

“Ah, no…”

“Too busy, right?”

“Not really what I was expecting. Besides, I’ve met other women outside of it.”

Which means…? That nothing good came out of it, including me? Now I’m not feeling blue; it’s more like a red associated with my body temperature running high. No, it’s not hormonal; it’s being pissed off. My face color was now more intense than the pasta sauce.

“What about you, still looking at profiles of military guys?” asked he.

“Well, yeah. I check out any profile that catches my attention and honestly, some of those are doing just that.”

“Why are you engaging on that when nothing will come out of it?”

“Why don’t you ask yourself that question? You told me that you would leave after finishing your academic year. And you’re also seeing other women. I may not be seriously involved with anyone, but so aren’t you, which makes us the same.”

“But what if you meet someone who’s abroad?”

“If that happens, I will treat as I do with any other situation that I have. I’m not going to discard it from the beginning. If it hasn’t worked with a local guy, maybe in the distance it will.”

Hey, isn’t that what it means to ‘go the distance’?

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“You studied journalism and then went to medicine?” asked I in a very contradictory tone. “They’re total opposite careers. How did that happen?”

“Like I said, I’ve always wanted to do many things although my final goal has always been to be a doctor and I know how to get to that, which I’m currently doing.”

I was listening to him, but my mind was wandering back to the past. Truth was, I felt envious of him. It was one of those moments where I felt I wished I could go back in time and experience his life.

I try not to think about it, but every so often I wonder what my life would be today if I had done it all differently. For sure, I wouldn’t be sitting with this guy questioning myself as to what am I doing.

“So, how’s your experience with the dating site?” asked he.

“Well, it’s an outcome that I wasn’t expecting. I’m getting contacted by many 20 and 40-something guys. Barely any in their 30’s.

Those my age look really old or worn out in comparison to me. Then those in their 20’s are good looking, but I want something long term.”

“So why did you agree to go out with me?”

“I just wanted to have an experience just like you. I know this is not to lead to anything. You and I want different things.”

“I plan to keep visiting it. I don’t do it full-time, just when I feel like it. I’m also getting contacted my military guys.”

“You shouldn’t get involved with those,” said he very seriously.

“I have a very good friend who is about to go serve. I know for a fact that they don’t come back the way they were. I respect him, but wished he wouldn’t do it.”

“You know what, everything’s a risk in life. Having a relationship with someone in the service is not the norm and the distance in-between even more. But I do know that there’s no way they could cheat on me and they’re very appreciative of people being supportive of them. Besides, I’m not involved with any one of them right now. Just considering that option if it were to happen.”

“I still think you shouldn’t do it.”

“And how much do you know about having a serious relationship? Have you ever been in one at that level? If there’s someone who has learned about this the hard way is myself.”

Of course, this guy looked at me with a face that he hasn’t been in one. The way he has described his life clearly shows he has concentrated his efforts in his future career.

And talking about what I should or shouldn’t be doing upset me. I’ve lived my life for others and now will do what I think is right for me, and will be responsible for the outcomes that my actions will bring.

After all, isn’t that the way life should be lived?



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