The New M.E. Generation











I didn’t heard of Ivan for a while or make an effort to contact him. My hope was that he had taken some action on his issues like having a conversation with his girlfriend upon his return and that family member whom he had an argument with. Even more, that he had resolved the issues in some way.

But knowing how he was, I had the feeling that he probably kept on with the relationship, letting things get worse or hoping they might be solved on their own.

With his relative, he probably had a normal phone conversation without addressing what happened.

In other words, I was not going to intervene or discuss the matter with him again. I decided that it was better for me to step back and let it be. If he wants to contact me, fine, if not, fine too.

And soon after I ‘let him go’, I learned over a text message (again) that things did get resolved, but in a whole different way.

‘My girlfriend cheated on me.’

OMG! WTF!

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Yep, it was a storm all right and it was headed our way at a lightning speed.

“OMG!” I said to Christian, “do you see that?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t look good.”

He got that right. The clouds were big and full of rain as if they were about to burst. Even more, they were bringing thunder which, when you are on the water, means only one thing: run!

When everyone (meaning all the people at the beach) heard the thunder, they literally jumped out of the water, picked up their belongings, and cruised out of there to a safer area.

I was lucky that I have boating experience. I helped the guys get out of there very ‘pronto.’ Christian’s buddy really ‘stepped on the gas’ and so every other boater.

I looked around and it felt like a race to the finish line to the nearest marina to anchor the boat and wait for the storm to go away.

We headed back to the one that I was picked up at and got there just on time to find a spot to hold the boat. I helped with the ropes, etc. The boat was moving up and down, wind blowing super hard, and the rain was about to hit hard any minute now.

When the boat was safely secured, we all ran for cover while still watching the boat. Many other boaters followed in getting into the area.

The three of us could only stare at this nasty storm and wait patiently for it to be over. It was hard to believe that this awesome beach day turned into this. But, that’s how unpredictable beach weather can be.

Neither one of us said a word while standing there. First, the motor had problems and, now this; definitely chaotic. The only thing left to happen was for the boat to get damaged (let’s not even think about that). I was concerned but knew that it was securely tied.

What a day this has been. Anything else pending after the storm ends?

Who knows, anything is possible.



Dina and I finished our ‘quick stop’ or ‘brb’ and are walking towards the door to leave when these two guys crossed my path.

“Aren’t you Emma?” said one of then. I responded with a puzzled ‘yes.’ “Don’t know you if you remember us, but we attended high school together.”

OMG! What a surprise this was. I couldn’t believe that after so many years after graduating, these two still remembered me.

“How did you guys recognize me?” asked I.

“You still look the same,” said one of them.

Well! That was the best complement I’ve had in a very long time. If after all I’ve gone through these two still think I look great (ah, I guess that ‘s what they meant), damn, I must be doing something right. Man, my ego went sky high.

I was still standing in the hallway in total awe when them guys asked if I could have a drink with them before I left.

Dina took a seat at the bar and everyone else stood. Lucky me (and her), a guy sitting next to Dina started talking to her. Even better, he looked cute and someone that maybe Dina could be interested in getting to know.

I was even luckier that from where I was standing, I had a direct view of the first guy who had been staring at me the entire night. He was still alone and now that I was talking to these two guys, he wasn’t moving from his chair.

I noticed that his look was one that, yes, he was interested in approaching me, but was waiting for the right moment to make it happen.

This is great! He’s probably thinking that I am in demand.

Whoa! Is everybody going to be lucky tonight?



Dina’s friends are really into my story. It was a combination between laughter and amazement to what happened to me that night and the ‘infamous phone call’ (please refer to ‘The Swedish Massage’ for details).

I’m back to my seat, still talking about my experience, and also laughing at myself, when I notice Erik is away from the table and walking awkwardly close to the bar.

What is he doing? Is he trying to pretend to be going somewhere inside the restaurant, when actually he’s trying to check me out to learn if I am the person he believes me to be?

Yep, that’s exactly it. Man, his acting is so obvious it’s totally moronic. I mean, couldn’t you pretend in a less inconspicuous way? I’m laughing again, but within me, and felt very good.

Oh no! Erik and I have locked eyes. He’s now standing there looking at me, and by me doing so at him, has putted him in a position to react somehow at the situation.

OMG! Is he coming over to talk to me? (No? Seems more like a ‘yes.’ My thinking became true yet again.)



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