The New M.E. Generation











A few more months later, Jeffrey decided to go back home for good. I don’t remember how it all happened, but I believe he mentioned he was leaving again and did not know when he would return.

It did not take me by surprise. I knew it was coming. In a previous conversation, he had said he was very distant from his spouse and couldn’t handle the situation any longer. On top of that, he was so desperate, he just wanted to ‘drop everything’ and simply leave.

And he did. He left all his material possessions ‘untouched,’ meaning he didn’t sell them or anything. He left that for his ‘significant other’ to deal with it.  Sounds to me he ‘snapped’ one day and simply decided to leave immediately.

And after some time after his departure, he announced he was not coming back. Not another surprise. He ran away, yet again, but for the last time.

Some months later he sent me an email saying he was making a quick stop in ‘the city’ and asked for my number. He wanted to see me, but wasn’t sure if he would have the chance.

I knew it wouldn’t happen, so I didn’t make the effort of contacting him. I was right, nothing happened. He went back home and we haven’t made contact ever since.

Do I still hear from him? Sometimes I do, on and off, of course, online. Later on I did learn he finally got divorced and was happy.

Happy. Hmm, let me think this one over. Better? Probably. Entirely happy? Don’t think so.

I’ve seen pictures of him and he physically looks very good. But in some I can still see the pain of the life he’s lived and left behind.

One thing I’ve surely learned from my experience is that you may run away from all your past. But your demons, unless you confront then face forward, they will run back to hunt you sooner or later.

But I’m hopeful for him. I think he will overcome everything, but, when? That’s not up to me to provide any longer.

This cougar has served her time with this guy.

Do I want to be a cougar again? Don’t know. For now I’ll just keep on roaming until my next ‘catch’ occurs.

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Let’s get something clear. Fashion shopping I do like when I venture to do it. The one regarding food, I don’t.

For me, going to the supermarket is like going hunting. You have to fight yourself around people, carts and aisles to get to what you need. I’ll tell you, this isn’t easy. Even more, when I’m done, I feel tired.

So, I dragged myself to the place like I usually do, list at hand, with the goal, as I usually do, to get this over fast, pronto, like, now.

You know what I mean.

So far I’ve accomplished exactly that, going around quickly, pushing that cart with the same determination that I do when exercising.

I’m at the Produce section and I’m looking around searching for something when, out of the blue, I see a guy with a white long sleeve shirt, blue jeans and aviator sunglasses, walk by quickly in the opposite side of where I’m standing.

I see him but he doesn’t see me.

At first, my facial expression was one of puzzlement of ‘is that…??,’ to one that changed to of having a very big smile and laughing loudly deep within me.

‘That was Erik! Of course, of course, of course!’ I said to myself.

I’m still holding on to my cart, and laughing, but now thinking, ‘this can’t be happening!’

Hmm, should I chase him down (like in hunting) or just let it go?

I better make my move before the prey gets away, that’s for sure.

But the moment is so funny I can’t think straight.

Should I or shouldn’t it?



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