The New M.E. Generation

I made a second attempt to call Christian the following evening, but this time at 9pm. I thought he should definitely be home by now.

I was correct; he did answer the phone.

“Is this Christian?”

“Yeah…” said he with a puzzled tone of not recognizing whom the caller was.

“This is Emma, the girl you gave the number to at the bar recently. Do you remember who this is?”

“Well, hey, yes!” said he with a tone of surprise that I actually made the call.

“So how are you?” I asked.

“Fine…Wow, don’t know what to say.” He was completely blown away. I bet he thought I would never do it.

The conversation was quite simple as it touched the usual subjects of where did you grew up, went to school, marital status, children or not, what do you do for a living, etc.

He came across as having a pretty stable life, considering he was divorced with two kids. But, the way he put it, he was over that part of his life. Even more, he had an amicable relationship with his ex for the sake of the children, was close to them, and was professionally stable.

These were very good pointers for me, which made me interested in hopefully getting to know him more. I decided then to take the first step.

“So I guess we could try setting up a date to meet?” I asked.

“Would like to, but I have the kids this weekend, so it will have to be the next one. I get them every other weekend, but spend some days during the week as well due to sports’ practice. But we’ll definitely talk again next week. Can you call me?”

“Sure, no problem.”

I guess it was not a bad start. But me calling him is sort of strange when he was the one originally with the interest in meeting me. Oh, well, I’ll give it a try. What can I loose?

And talking about trials, wonder whatever happened with Dina and ‘the hand at the thigh guy.’ Hmm.

Time to make another call.

Jeffrey eventually did contact me again. Because of what I was going through, I honestly don’t recall if I tried calling him first (just for the sake of saying ‘hello’) (yes, honestly), or how much time elapsed between the ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ and this one.

Yeah, I did care to know how he was. His situation did not sounded very good, meaning like being handled well, or that there was any possibility of improvement or resolution in staying in that relationship.

It was a weekend night and I had no plans. I was hoping that someone would feel sorry for me and let me hang around their place when Jeff called.

“Hey, what are you up to?” asked he.

“Nothing; was on my way to my girlfriend’s (not really). Why?”

“I thought about me going over to your place and talk.”

“Oh? And where is your ‘other half’?” (Or whatever else you consider her to be.)

“She’s out of town.” (Translation: this guy wants to behave badly…)

“And you have nothing to do, like me. Well, at least we have something in common during this night.”

We kept chatting while I analyzed the situation. He’s in a relationship with another person, who happens to be out of town, and he wants to come over and just talk?

So what is this cougar going to do?

The way I was looking at it, he’s the one with the complicated situation. Not to take away from the fact that mine was equally, or perhaps, worse, than his.

But my ex was not coming back, that was for sure. So although I was still legally bound to someone else, I was ‘free’ to do whatever I wanted. Or could I?

So, what’s it going to be?

“No problem, come on over.”

In the time that followed, Jay and I kept chatting about the trip. Along the way we got to open up and know each other more. I even started sending him text messages late at night before I went to bed.

Our friendship grew little by little, and he was appreciating my texting. He responded once that he looked forward to them and that it greatly helped him get through the day.

Around 2 months before he set a tentative date, Jay started taking care of the other parts of the logistics. First item, could I search possible places for him to stay? No problem.

Actually, there’s one. Around where I live, there’s not that many or affordable hotels. Now that’s a problem.

I kept giving it a thought. So, what’s is it going to be?

“Jay, you know, for what you would spend daily on a hotel, might as well stay at my place and crash on the sofa.” (Did I just say that? Hello! I just opened the door to him.)

“I had thought about that but was afraid to ask. Even if it means sleeping in an air mattress, it’s fine by me.”

All right, sleeping situation resolved.

Sort of.

I called Ricky shortly after I returned from my trip. He sounded less than enthusiastic when I did.

“Hey, I’m back. When do you want to do it?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I have to get back to you on that.”

“No problem. Take care.”

He never called back.

I spoke to Madelyn about the two calls. “He first calls in a very good mood, well, buzzed, and when I called him back the second time, he didn’t seem that much interested in speaking with me or his artwork for that matter. I really don’t get him.”

And in her true manner that she have always had, Madelyn asked me the key question of the conversation: “Do you honestly care if you get him or not? I don’t think he ever got you or took the time to genuinely get to know you.”

“At this point, no, I really don’t care about him in any way.”

“So, then, what are you going to do about the artwork? Don’t you think it would be better to return it and completely dissolve any ties with him?”

“Nah, I’m keeping it on the wall. If he calls again, which I think he won’t, and wants it back, no problem, I’ll return it, no hard feelings.

And, no, I don’t think that keeping it here will be negative. Every time I look at it will be like having a reality check of what not to do the next time I get involved with someone else.

I’ve definitely learned my lesson. It’s done, over. Closed the chapter on this one.”

“I hope you’re correct,” concluded Madelyn.

I know why she said that. She has an innate ability to decipher when my experiences have something still pending. And the most incredible thing is that she doesn’t intervene in any way.

She simply lets life take care of that. And life did, in such a way that this experience went full circle and got closed for good.

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