The New M.E. Generation











As I continue on my online quest to meet a guy, I did the swipe thing again shortly before my trip with Dina.

This time I connected with one that caught my attention, not because of his looks, but because he worked in the same company as the husband of a girlfriend of mine.

This meant that, one, he should be as good as a person as my GF’s man and, two, I can get any information I want to know about him through my friends, hopefully eliminating all the mysteries surrounding someone you don’t know.

This person, which I will refer to as Bob, looked respectable from his photos. He’s about 5 years older than me and although he has no hair (as in bald, which I never done before of meeting someone like that), I reminded myself to keep my options open, like my bestie always says.

Because I had his first name and that of his employer, I did a search, and found his profiles. The work one had no photo of him, plus the information didn’t seem current, and his social one was very plain. It basically had no content other than the photos he posted of himself in the app.

This is what happens with social media. Either people post too much, or are so closed to the world that you wonder if they’re hiding something. Again, I will try not to jump ahead of myself.

At the same time, if you’re not one who will dedicate time in engaging with your profiles (either personal or professional), then why bother having one?

I think Bob gave me his email before my trip, but did let him know that I was traveling and would touch base with him upon my return, which I did.

He gave me his number and I made the first call on a weekday sometime after work. He picked the call about in the third ring and his voice sounded as one that matched his physical.

We were on the phone for at least an hour and we shared small talk about my trip, work, family, etc., without going to further details, but he seemed to enjoy and interested in what I had to say.

If we did get into a more serious topic, like divorce, it was discussed mildly as in ‘how many years ago it happened’ or other basics.

One thing I didn’t ask him, which probably I should have, was if he was seeing anyone else. He didn’t ask me either and, from what I heard from him, he didn’t sound like he was.

The one detail that was really disappointing was that he lives about an hour or so away from me, which is not what the app showed. I guess the software displays the location of the person of where they are at the moment when one is using the app.

My bad luck with that ‘there’s always something with the guys’ I meet happened yet again. Is this the universe giving me a heads up early on that it won’t happen with this one either? If so, why then did he had to come into my life?

After the first conversation, I called him a couple of more times until I felt that, if he was interested in continuing talking, he should be the one now making the call.

He did a few days later and said on the phone something like, ‘you have been the one calling me, so I thought it was my turn to do so now’. Ok, he seems to be interested.

We eventually spoke a few more times (I believe taking turns) and I think I was the one to ask him if we should meet, to which he accepted.

Since his work is located at a reasonable distance from where I live, I recommended meeting at a bar at a mall near my home on a Friday after work. Although I’ve never been there, the location was one of those with an open design concept that seemed the best one for meeting someone for the first time.

I will admit I was nervous, so much so that I couldn’t decide what to wear. I searched among my clothes some days before looking for something that would click. I put a few ideas aside, but ended up wearing something I decided upon last minute.

Not only did I wanted to make a good impression, I wanted something that I felt represented my personality at that moment. Call me a diva or fashion exaggerated, but my vision was realized.

I remember driving to the mall and walking with these high heels I haven’t worn for a while, so I was trying to establish a flow in the walk as graceful as I could from the parking to the bar, which was all the way to the end of the restaurants wing.

I kept my sunglasses on (trying to pull an Audrey Hepburn) and as I was about to make my entrance to the establishment, I saw how much nicer it was from the internet photos.

And then I see Bob sitting right across the entrance, staring at everyone going in, waiting for me.

What was my reaction when I first saw him? Quite frankly, I don’t remember.

I do remember managing to walk with those heels without a hitch and my dual-tone sunglasses.

Yep, as fashionistas say where I come from: “La moda aunque me joda” (Fashion or bust).

So what happens next? The greeting and sitting down. And everything else, hopefully.

And I’ll need a drink for all that. Cheers!

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“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?

 



I was really happy for making this trip. The location where my bestie lived is one I wanted to visit again, plus celebrating my birthday with her would be memorable either way it happened.

I kept silent about my plans in social media, as I didn’t want ‘certain people’ to realize what I was doing. I only did a check-in at the connecting airport.

I arrived late in the afternoon after my bestie finished work. She picked me up and went straight to have a drink. First order of the night: getting a selfie together and officially revealing to the world that my bestie and I are now friends.

We both sported this huge smile while doing a one-hand hug around our waists. But differently from the photos these two idiots have posted, you could tell this was the real deal just by looking at it. It’s all genuine.

We weren’t striking a pose like they do, one that pretends to make you believe that their relationship is so great, that they’re soooo happy together, that their love has triumphed over everything, that there’s no better example of what a couple should be than them.

This was just a photo of 2 women who knew each other from the past, who came together again under unusual circumstances, but now are bonded for life.

I had a lot of fun that night with her and other friends of her, and we posted anything and everything that we were doing. We both knew that probably most sooner than later the bomb would explode, and it did.

Two days later I was with my bestie in her car when I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize. I showed the text to her.

“Is this the bitch?” asked I to my bestie.

“Yep, that sure it’s her. I know that number very well, as she has texted and insulted me far too many times for talking to that guy. What does it say?” asked she.

The first text was a screen image of an email that my bestie had sent to this guy. It basically stated that, ‘if you have plans of marrying her, please don’t do it. Don’t allow yourself to be pressured. I know you want to be with someone and have a stable home. But she’s not the one… maybe I’m not either. But she’s not the one.’

I didn’t read the date of the email, but it was probably recent. I made my trip on September and on October was when the supposed wedding that his mom had mentioned was to occur. And what better time to do it over a long weekend?

“I didn’t send that message because I’m desperate,” said my bestie. “At the end of the day he’ll do whatever the heck he wants. He’s that stubborn. But he’s clearly not in his right mind, so if I still have any influence on him, hopefully he’ll listen to me. Any other texts?”

“Yes, it reads: ‘So this is your new great friend! She talks trash about my man but doesn’t leave him alone. Ask her to tell you about that time when she was going through a life or death situation. Such an adolescent attitude. This is the great friend that you’re now showing off to everyone!’ How trashy of her to bring this out and truly bad of him for letting her stick her nose in such a private personal matter!”, said I.

Note: this is the essence of the real text; I won’t disclose the nature of the issue to protect my friend. But I will say that the message confirms that this bitch is a cyberstalker of both my profile and that of my bestie.

Second, it also proves that this guy, who used to be my friend and said repeatedly that ‘he wouldn’t allow this bitch to come between our friendship of so many years’, was giving free range to this low-level trash to spy on everything personal of his. Even worse, after many other occasions when she has insulted my bestie over texts and my bestie forwards everything to this guy, this guy does nothing about it to stop it. What a loser!

This bitch kept sending insulting message (which I refuse to post not to give her attention), to which I basically replied in several texts that, “Who the fuck is this?”, “If you have any issues with that person speak to her directly”, “Are you talking to me?”, “What the hell is your problem?”

Exactly, what the fuck is your problem bitch? If you’re so ‘brave’, why don’t you show your big fat ass face and admit who you are?

Reality is deep inside you still think this guy and I have something going on, in spite that this guy was the one who betrayed me. You may have said that you forgave him, but you still don’t trust him completely.

What’s really bothering you is that now my bestie and I have joined forces when you thought you had ‘won’ in managing to have this guy delete us out of his life.

And you really think I’m interested in this guy? Please, not even on my worst days!

My bestie forwarded every text to this guy who, in his usual indifferent manner, didn’t respond in a way that implied he would put an end to what the bitch does.

“Hopefully this guy will kick her ass big time. He has told her over and over not to do it,” said my bestie.

“Yeah, but she still does it because he’s allowing her to do it. If he really took matters in his own hands, he wouldn’t allow her to have access to any personal email or profiles of his.

What they’re both doing is evil; they think they are better than us and have all the right to do what they do.

They’re the typical bullies; they strike and when you strike back, they turn everything around to make it look you’re the one who started the whole thing,” said I. “But I’m glad we ruined their weekend. Ha ha ha ha!”

“Yep,” said my bestie. “I can only imagine this bitch getting all enraged, showing the photo to this guy and having a big argument with him over us, which she has done before.

She loves to start a fight with him while screaming at the top of her lungs. Instead of him fighting back, he walks away; then the bitch follows him still screaming at him and won’t let go of the fight, as she always wants to win. His non-fighting behavior makes her even angrier.

And his face when he realized you and I are now friends, that we know the whole truth about him, priceless! He didn’t see that one coming! I’m sure he’s close to getting the runs!”, said she.

It was about time that the real story came out! And them two idiots having an argument over us? Sweet! But also sour.

Sweet in that I got back at this guy, even if it is in a small way. There’s still a lot more, but it’s a start.

Sour in that he’s probably more hateful of me and my bestie for what we did. And that he won’t change who he is, feel sorry for what he has done, and will probably never ask for forgiveness.

At this point, I don’t care. My plan worked out and I’m having the time of my life.

What do I wish for this upcoming milestone in my life? Love, peace, happiness, and that my bestie and I remain honest, true, and loyal to each other.

That a year from now I will look back at all this and feel proud of myself for speaking out my mind and seeing how much I’ve grown as a person.

That one day, this guy will get an ‘unexpected gift’. “I feel like sending him all that you’ve written once you’re done. It will hit him like a pie in the face”, said my bestie once.

Tastes to me more like ‘icing on the birthday cake’. And you, my ex-friend, can have all of it. Enjoy!

 

 

 

 



As much as my bestie and I were making fun of things the bitch or this guy were posting, more than often we would stay away from looking, because we knew we just had to for our own emotional benefit.

Plus, my bestie knew that bitch was constantly checking out our profiles, and that the bitch would write posts that indirectly had to do with some of my bestie’s ones.

“She does that all the time. Worst part is this guy knows that she does. He tells her not to, but doesn’t do anything to stop it. I’ve texted him with evidence before and he does nothing about it,” said she. “She even grabs his personal mobile and starting looking over his social media, texts and emails when he’s away from the phone. Sometimes I just don’t write anything; that way she breaks her head wondering what I’m up to or if this guy and I are communicating.”

“Sounds to me he gets a hard on from watching 2 women ‘fight’ over him,” said I. “He’s enjoying that because it inflates his ego. If he really respected himself and us, he would have total control over his device. Those relationships where you know even when the other person farted are really sickening.”

It was also hard to see how this guy’s religious fanaticism has changed him into a creature that was deeply sinking in this distorted, out-of-touch mentality that was really creepy at times.

The people he was socializing with, either through the bitch or church, looked like those who have a ‘one-track mind’ or ‘my way or the highway’ thinking about anything, that if you don’t share their feelings, they consider you ‘the enemy’ or ‘someone who is on the wrong side of the tracks and should be avoided at all costs’.

The bitch’s friends looked totally ‘white trash’. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t come from a wealthy family, but tried to associate myself with people who share my same upbringing, values, and manners. I worked hard to earn my school degrees and always strive to achieve more than what’s in front of me.

This guy was brought up the same way; he would be very picky who he made friends or associated with, just like his mom taught him. So now seeing him with people who may be very kind and everything, but that you can tell that if they earned a high school degree is a lot, didn’t made sense at all. It’s the kind his mom would have never, ever, allow to come through the door in her home, even if her life depending on it.

But like all things in this terrain, all good and bad must come to an end, and in many case, abruptly.

I was looking over this guy’s profile while chatting with my bestie when suddenly, his profile went dark with a message that read, ‘there’s a problem with this account…’

When I told my bestie and she quickly checked, turns out this guy had deleted our friendship and blocked me as well. “OMG, I can’t believe he did that to you,” said she.

It was the worst feeling realizing that whatever was left of this thing between us was now officially over. But I didn’t stay quiet.

“I can see you gave our friendship the final blow. Thanks!’ texted I to him.

“You were the one who gave it the final blow. Thanks!” replied he.

“That’s why you blocked me from social media? What did I do to you that you hate me so much for? You didn’t forgive your sister or father, and now me, but you do with her, who you once said was on the side of the devil?? You’re a fake Christian. The real ones forgives everyone, no matter what. Jesus made no exceptions. You preach a lot, but your words are just lies,” replied I.

“No hate here and nothing to forgive. It’s for your own good, and if you’re free of sin, you may cast the first stone. In my (praying hands emoticon),” said he.

Praying for what? So I become what you want me to be? Oh wait, that’s what the bitch is doing: kissing your ass big time, praying to the devil (and sleeping with him), which you clearly stated to me many, many times before, pretending that she’s a totally changed person, when in reality she’s a big fat fake.

You’re hiding behind the fanaticism thinking it makes you so great of a person, when in reality you’re a frustrated, insecure, hypocritical, big mouthed, old fart, who will end very much alone when everyone around you leaves, including that bitch.

Even more, you hate homosexuals in such a way that I wouldn’t be surprised one day you just snap and you end up on the news after doing something horrific. I’m sure that with the recent worldwide incidents, you feel happy that it happened to them because, in your mind, ‘they got what they deserved for going against the bible and church’.

I will tell you this, you’re as evil as any extremist, because you’re one yourself. Loving that bitch and all those weird church people you’re with, while hating everyone else (especially those who in the past you said would never let go off, which included my bestie and me) is so wrong, and a clear sign of someone that has been brainwashed and has lost all sense of reality.

And history has proven that those who claim to be the most religious end up being the most evil. You’re just a ticking time bomb that when it explodes, that bitch and all your supposed ‘supporters’ will run away from you as fast as they can and will deny ever knowing you, just like in the bible. That bitch may get on her knees to go down on you, but she will never go down with you.

I feel sorry how sad your latter years will play out for you. In other words, all that you did to others will hit you back with a vengeance. Like you always said, “Dios siempre lleva cuenta de lo que uno hace” (God is always keeping track of what we do). And you my dear, is no exception nor immune to that.

What will you do when there’s no one around to blame for your life and so called misfortunes?

When the end of the world comes (as you say has started already), you’ll be the first in line to join that bitch in hell. You may be in church 24/7 and think you have already earned you place in heaven when you die, but you’re dead wrong. And today was the best example of them all.

I may be hurting now, but someday you’ll just be a grain of salt in my memories to which I will not care to remember, other than using you as reference as to what not to do when another man appears in my life with the same lies as yours.

And, no, I’m not interested in you coming back and tell me anything, like asking for forgiveness. You made your choice and so did I: you’re dead to me.

You may have said that ‘things will not go well for me’. Actually, they have been well, way before today, when I decided that any man ‘que no sirve’ (is useless), including you, only deserves to be thrown into the trash. And I will continue to do so. Just wait and see.

‘I don’t go to sleep with no whore and I don’t wake up with no whore. That’s how I deal with myself. I don’t know how you do it.’ -Wall Street

I rest my case.

 

 



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