The New M.E. Generation











‘I’m really sorry for what’s happening to you,’ wrote I. ‘I’ve been through it and it’s a difficult process. Is there any chance for the two of you of turning things around with some professional help or something?’

‘No, we’ve tried everything. A divorce is definite. My kids are taking it well. She has moved on with her life already,’ responded he.

Ouch! That’s the same thing my ‘x’ said when he left me. He stated that he had restarted his life and was already dating. He said it with such confidence it made me very upset because he probably was in this ‘singlehood’ thing way before he made his decision.

Reading my friend’s message didn’t open old wounds, but shocked me again how easy it is for other people to end relationships and live ‘la vida loca’ without any remorse. They don’t care about others or the consequences that will bring to them or close ones.

They only think about themselves because they don’t put their emotions into this. It’s not about love; it’s about winning, getting what they want, even if it means running people over.

I may sound judgmental towards a person I’ve never met, but with my experience, I bet you that I’m so right.

So, what am I thinking (or feeling) about his whole situation? I hate to say it, but I’m sort of ‘happy’ that he may become single.

I know it’s not right to feel this way towards others’ misfortune. But after what the ‘beach guy’ and I shared in the past it’s still lingering within me, as there’s something there that needs to be resolved.

What I’m thinking (not feeling) is that perhaps the universe is shuffling things around for this to happen.

If it does, what would I feel then?

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I took the lead once again and walked into where the other bar was located. I walked by the left side and when I was boarding the corner, yep, there he was; that guy.

He saw me and said a very inviting ‘hi’ to approach him. I smiled and walked straight to him. I introduced myself and to his friend, and did the same with the two girls with me to include them.

He said his name was Jeffrey. We were talking in English and when they asked where I was from, it turned out his friend was a fellow ‘homey.’

It was then that the ice was really broken. Everyone talked in Spanish and the encounter became very relaxed.

Somewhere along the conversation, the ‘mysteries’ began, or not disclosing things clearly. I don’t remember how it happened, but the age question was brought up and he said he was about 26 or ‘in his late 20’s.’

Regarding relationship status, Jeff’s friend stated that he was involved in a ‘complicated’ relationship and that the ‘significant other’ (or not) was a psychopath. (Ouch! Am I supposed to feel afraid now?)

When my age was asked, I didn’t exactly said what it was (why should I?), but did made it clear there was a difference of more than just a few years.

We all kept engaged in the conversation until around midnight when the two guys said they had to go (hmm, does the psychopath has anything to do with their departure?).

I don’t remember (yet again) how it happened (who asked first), but an exchange of phone numbers occurred. I do remember thinking about it twice before giving it, and doing so more out of desperation than anything else.

After they left, I kept talking to the girls, but my mind was working at many miles a minute. This was a moment I hadn’t lived in ages and didn’t know what to make of it.

It didn’t even hit me that I’ve had made ‘contact’ with a much younger man than me.

Yes, I didn’t realize I had just become a cougar, or, did I? Or perhaps I just had a ‘cougar moment’ instead?

I don’t know. This was my first time out as a newly single woman and, so far, so good.

In other words, for tonight, I’ll just enjoy it.



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