The New M.E. Generation











‘I can’t miss this guy again,’ said I to myself while hoping that the vehicles in front would move far enough for me to get next to his car. (‘Keep going, keep going… Yes! Made it!’) I’ve never been this happy at a red light.

I lowered my window and notice he’s not looking at his mobile (yay!). I wave my hand and say ‘hi’ to him. He stares back at me.

The light changes and his lane moves faster than mine. I notice that he lowers the passenger’s window.

I was so excited like in those scenes in a rom-com movie that you thought would never happen in real life. Only ingredient missing was having my BFF’s with me and shouting our lungs out like high school teenagers.

I hit another red light and was able to position my vehicle again close to him. The guy is smiling and gives me a very nice ‘hi’ back.

Me: “I’ve seen your car like 2 times before.”

He: “I’ve seen yours too” (not the best pick-up line, but who cares?).

Me: “Are you with the band?” (I asked because it’s a known fact that there’s many celebrities in the city I live at).

He: “No, I’m just an old Rock guy. You?”

Me: “I’m not a rocker, but who doesn’t know ‘Stairway to Heaven?” (I make a ‘rock on’ facial expression and hand gesture that goes with it).

He: “This is a very unusual way to meet someone.”

Me: “Yes it is… Are you single?” (please, please, please, let it be ‘yes’).

He: “Yes” (yes!!!).

We look at each other like, is this the part where we exchange our numbers or what?

Because my phone was locked and the light changed to green, I shouted mine through the window for the whole highway to hear. He told me his name, I gave him mine. He called and hanged up so I could save his mobile (which I did under ‘Mr. LedZep1’). And there he went.

I was really proud of myself for being ballsy for what I had just done. During the last leg of my commute, I started remembering other similar moments throughout my life that I took an innocent risk like the one today and paid off.

It made me feel good about myself, but sort of sad as well. Good because this was long overdue of doing something unexpected. Sad because I wondered how much this side of me has been lost.

Maybe I’ve got my mojo back and this was an example that proves it. Perhaps it has been dormant because no other guy (or situation) has recently inspired me to bring it out. Until now.

Whatever it is, I really love when I have a ‘something funny happened on the way to’ moment. It makes everything look so much different.

Question is, should I tell my BBF’s or keep it quiet? How about, lets see what happens first and then decide?

 

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{June 27, 2016}   The Ex-Friend 41 – I spy

I kept to myself after this conversation with the mom. My bestie, though, knew pretty much what was going on with this guy. She had managed by herself, or through others, how to find out the information she needed. Her tactics seemed taken out of a thriller novel.

There was also the situation that because my BFF used her credit card to finance all of his expenses before and after he left to the Pacific, she has to contact him every month to get payment from him.

“If it was me, I would have long gone from his life, but I’m stuck with this issue until he pays it off. Doing payments of $100 each will take forever to do so,” said she. “I’ve even told him he should get a loan to pay me in full to get this over with and I can disconnect from him as well.

He then tries to play with my emotions by saying, ‘I thought you and I were friends’, that ‘you know I’m in a tight financial situation’, ‘I don’t have a stable job right now’,  blah blah blah, even threaten that he won’t speak to me again if I get insistent on this.

But he wouldn’t dare do anything he says he will. He always said to me that ‘I am a very resourceful person’. He knows I have connections with people or ways to resolve things that would make his life miserable.

I remember when he broke up with the bitch and telling me that ‘she never did anything good for him and would have never accomplished in a year what I can in a day’.

Worst part is that sometimes he gives me a hard time to make a payment, or is delayed to do so, and when I text him about it he doesn’t reply, etc., only to find out he’s been vacationing with that bitch. How fucked up is it that he doesn’t have money to pay me, but does to travel, when I’m basically the one who made that possible for him, only to turn around and go back with that bitch who has never supported him financially?

And regarding his work situation, I’ve even gone as far as send him job links for him to apply to which he doesn’t. He keeps giving me all these excuses, keeps relying on his former ‘bro’ colleagues  (‘or putting in the Lord’s hands’ as he says) to find a job for him, or does nothing at all. No wonder when his contract expires he’s jobless.

I quickly tell him that ‘help yourself and God will help you’, that sitting his ass in the couch and creating a dent on it is not going to do anything for him, that he keeps ignoring the signs life is throwing at him that he, and only him, is the one to blame for his outcomes.

He’s quick to text all this bible passages with religious emoticons, trying to make me feel guilty about what I’ve said or point the finger at me. But I put him down, and in his place, each and every time. I’m not letting him get off the hook that easily. Not on my watch.”

“Girl, you’re my hero,” said I. Even more, she will be the one that takes him down. All things come around and when they do, the karma destined to him will hit him back. And when that happens I will be ‘sitting at my balcony, staring at my enemies walk by’ with a nice cold drink at hand, watching the action unfold like in any good movie.

“Women are more dangerous than shotguns” (The Godfather). Yes we are (my bestie and me, that is).

 



I know what to do here. I’ll speak to one of my girlfriends about it. It’s been a while since I’ve shared my guy troubles with them over the phone.

Honestly, when I’m with any of my bff’s, I just rather talk about pretty much about anything else. And, my stories got repetitive after a while, so I decided to put them aside.

But, hey, maybe they’re curious about it now, so I’m calling Madeline. If I want the truth well told she’s the one to give it to me.

“Hey, girl,” said she, “ what do you have to tell me that I might not know about?”

“Well, you know me,” said I, “there’s always something going on with a guy. Remember that one which my first date was a total disaster?”

“What? That guy still around? What’s wrong with you? Are you that desperate?”

“No, I thought a second chance would be fine. Let’s face it, there’s hasn’t really been a follow-up with most of the others.”

“But, did you had to give it to this one? Whatever, tell me all about it.”

I gave her the details and pulled my phone slightly away from my ear. I knew the backlash was quickly about to happen.

“I can’t believe you let that guy into your apartment, especially after sounding strange over the phone!” said she.

“I honestly thought nothing would happen.”

“Seriously, with the history that he has? Nothing happened because you put a brake to it, but it was that close. Listen to me good, if there’s ever a next time, which I seriously hope not, just meet him up somewhere and don’t move from that location. If you do is just to make your exit and head home.”

All right, the conversation wasn’t that bad after all. I thought she was really going to give it to me. But, she’s right; she’s always, always right. That’s why I called her.

And regarding a next time with this guys, well, there’s a saying that ‘third’s a charm’ or it could certainly hit a strikeout.



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