The New M.E. Generation











After my then friend finally arrived to the Pacific a few days later, I received a call in the middle of the day I believe while at work.

“Hey, I got here safe and sound,” said he.

“Glad to hear. I saw your posts while on the plane” (which I stopped reading at one point because the ‘altitude’ was making me sick).

“Let me give you my phone number. Remember the time difference and that it is a landline, which will make it difficult for us to communicate, but we’ll try whenever possible. If not, emails it is.” He gave me the full info of what I needed to dial since the number wasn’t showing on my mobile.

He may had been tired from the flight, but wasted no time in starting to work as, ‘it cost me about a thousand dollars to get here and need to recuperate’.

Well, hey, had you putted all those endless hours at church into job hunting when you should have, you would be enjoying another type of beach.

He already settled into the room, got the bicycle, etc. It all sounded to me like he was very isolated, but I didn’t thought about that then. He was there because of his own doing.

I think I waited until the weekend to give him a call. I tried calling him and couldn’t connect. Tried several times with no luck and even called my mobile carrier to make sure I was dialing correctly.

I sent him an email telling him about this, and this a-hole in progress responded saying that there was no problem with the number, that I was the one doing something wrong.

He was getting so unbearable again he couldn’t even consider that maybe he gave me the number incorrectly or there was a problem with the phone line.

It was obvious from his reply that he really didn’t want to be there in spite of all the ‘mental jerking off’ he did to convince himself that this was a good thing.

He was using me again to vent off and I still put up with it, even when there was a year contract to go through and anything could happen to him during and after this period. He said he wanted to fly back at least once to see his mom, but that to me sounded like a long stretch.

I kept saying to him via email that his number wasn’t working and he kept insisting he did give me the right one, that I was the one dialing wrong. He kept posting on his social media though, but with the praying hands emoticon always, with the same repetitive messages that ‘all is great with the Lord on my side’.

Question is, as time progresses, what else will you talk about? Probably about the bicycle or how blue the ocean water is.

I wasn’t exactly missing him, but more feeling some envy. It was an extreme change, which is what I was longing for in my life and still do; something I could look back at that made me feel all I’ve gone through these single years have been worth it.

What I couldn’t understand was why wasn’t it happening. I’m a good person and have tried to do everything right, so why nothing extraordinary comes my way? Why does it always happen to others? Will there ever be something more for me? Why does this guy ‘get to have all the fun’?

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The following week went by and I decided to call Christian on Thursday in order to secure a date for the weekend if possible.

I called him but he did not answer the phone. I took the initiative of leaving him a message, but he did not return my call any time during the evening or during the daytime on Friday.

I decided to call him again late Friday afternoon with no luck, and then on Saturday and Sunday. The results were the same, nothing.

I thought to myself that, one, he completely lost interest right from the beginning. Two, something terrible happened to him (hope not). Three, he misplaced his phone in the middle of the ocean (hey, he had mentioned to me during our initial conversation that he fished regularly with his buddies).

I know this is possible to occur, but, in my opinion, this has become ‘the perfect excuse’ for not answering somebody else’s call. I think it has been used by so many people, that it has become worn out.

True or not, you come across as a liar and jerk, loosing all respect from the person who has an interest in you.

So I guess it will not happen this weekend with Christian or in the future at all.

I am so frustrated it’s beyond anything I’ve experienced before. This keeps happening to me over and over when nothing happens to justify the behavior from the other person.

I really don’t know what else to do with this situation. No matter how much I try to handle it right, it just doesn’t happen.

I’m staring at my phone and start remembering the so many other times I had waited for a guy to call me. I know in the end all of them were not worth it, but it continues to be painful.

I wonder if I’ll ever meet anyone or if I’m destined to be alone for the rest of my life.

‘Damn you guys; I hate you. Hope you all rot in hell!”



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