The New M.E. Generation

Me: “You’re welcome to come my way if you want.”

Him: “I am? How far are you?” (Please don’t start with this again. And, wow, he really took my previous words seriously!)

Me: “I meant during the weekend. Where you are is not exactly close to work (gave him my location) and is farther out to home. The traffic makes the driving more complicated than what it really is even when taking the highway.”

Him: “Send me a pic, all conservative at work. LOL.” (Lord, I should have seen this one coming as well. Some things never change. Lucky for me I had taken a selfie at the office a week earlier that I posted on social media.) “Ahh, nice hair color.”

Me: “It’s supposed to be a violet brown. Needs retouching.”

Him: “I see how it can be that. Nah.”

Okay, enough with the chit-chat. Let’s get to more serious matters.

Me: “What’s brings you to town?”

Him: “My client is vacationing here with his family and friends, and wanted me to come along in case there are any medical issues.”

Me: “So what do you in the meantime?”

Him: “Right now I’m chilling in my room. Sometimes I join them in activities. Our relationship has evolved into a friendship. So I am almost family. I usually stand by and await the call.”

Me: “Interesting.”

Him: “How so?”

I didn’t respond because I was at work. What I would have said was that it gets my attention how he became a personal doctor to a high-end market, gets all these fabulous perks that your client covers for, meanwhile making a great salary yourself. It’s a life many people would trade for in a heartbeat.

Speaking about medicine, I took off the next day (Friday) to get a physical exam. I hadn’t been feeling my best recently and someone suggested getting one, since it had been way too long since I last had one.

The appointment was early in the morning. I knew I would probably finish with enough time to be able to meet with this guy, but decided not to tell him. And that’s because if I really want to move away from my past with him, then it means I have to stick to what I said. Plus, I wanted to dedicate the day to myself and enjoy it.

He texts me around 3pm that day.

Him: “Hope your Friday is going well.”

Me: “At home. Took the day to go to the doctor.”

Him: “Oh. You should have come to the beach. What doctor? You ok?”

Me: “Went to a family one. I had recovered from a bad cold which relapsed recently. Haven’t had a general checkup for years. Now that I’m a person of a certain age, have to be more careful of what happens healthwise. I knew the appointment would take a few hours, so decided to ask the day off and go to it with no rush.”

Him: “Good. It can save your life. You old lady.”

Me: “¡Más viejo eres tú!” (you’re the old one!)

Him: “Me… very old. LOL.”

Me: “You should come my way. Maybe have a drink?”

Him: “To your apartment? Hmmm. Have to be with this guy. There’s an agenda for the day, which can go until late. I know there’s a couple of limos and an SUV that they use. Maybe I can get one of them after they’re done and go to you. Will let you know.”

Dude, ever heard of the latest taxi services? In other words, just uber yourself. As simple as that. Any questions?







It was around 7pm on a Friday after getting home that I looked at my mobile while watching TV and trying to cook something. I tend to put the phone down in my room and ignore it until later. But I had been texting with someone that day and wanted to conclude with the chatting.

I notice I hadn’t read a text, which I thought was from the other person, but didn’t hear the alert sound, which was odd to me. Looking again, I noticed it came from the Unknown tab.

I see a number and 2 texts delivered around an hour and a half earlier: “Emma!!” “Emma Marques”.

I searched the area code and it gave me the town where ‘the beach guy’ lives. Oh, no! ‘Just when I thought it was safe to go back into the water’…

It had to be him. I don’t know anyone else who lives in his area. And when someone spells my last name correctly, they definitely know me.

To be honest, it wasn’t thrilled about him resurfacing, especially after how he behaved when we reconnected. I thought about ignoring it all together, but decided to test him out.

I waited about a half hour and then replied: “Who’s this?”

“Frank. Wow. You are on a ‘delay’.”

What’s that supposed to mean? That I didn’t fulfill your expectations of not responding right away? Memo to you: I will treat you the same way you have before – indifferent.

“This is Emma from school?” (he gave the correct name). Yep, still not making it easy to him.

“Frank who? Yes.”

“Frank Antonetti” / “I’m in town and I thought of you” /  “So I’m reaching out to see how you are” / “Still divorced and Single? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Married again?” / “I’m going out to get some dinner.” / “I’m in Bal Harbor.”

Surprise, surprise (not). Here we go again of him never telling me in advance that he’s going to be around, even less using the phone to do so.

I clearly remember once when he was flown by private jet to meet with a patient (he’s a personal doctor) on a weekday. He texted me while on the air around 10pm or so, saying to join him at the hotel. I told him I had to go to work the next day. He said: “too bad. we could have snuggled together.”

Really? I know how this goes, you’re in town taking care of other people’s needs, but looking to resolve yours with a “quickie fix”?

The last time he did the same ‘unannounced’ thing and I gave him a very solid ‘no’, he tried to play the ‘guilty feelings’ card by saying that ‘I remember you being more adventurous’ (no kiddo, I’m not bungee jumping to prove you wrong or let you manipulate me so you can get what you want). Or that ‘I bet my hotel room is more comfortable than your apartment’ and ‘you’re probably bored watching a movie on TV’.

I didn’t kept quiet and fired back at him in such a way, that he last said “I’m done”. So was I, big time.

And WTF with the ‘girlfriend’ question? What makes you think that, because I’ve been unlucky finding a guy, now I’m trying other measures to be with someone?

I didn’t felt like saying anything else, but wanted to get back at him somehow, so I waited some more and decided on just this: “Hey! Nice of you to think of me. Life is good.”

It was a combination of telling a lie, leaving it ambiguous, and that whatever I’m doing at this exact moment, is way better than being with you.

“Good”, said he. “How far are you from where I am?”

I didn’t say a word. Half hour later he says: “Well, I’m sure you’re busy.”

Exactly, you didn’t appreciate any of my time before, so now I’m ‘busy’ for you.

The next day I realized that I also had a Messenger and Friend request. We used to be connected on social media, but I unfriended him during the ‘done’ episode (and I never looked back).

Still, I took a peak at his profile out of curiosity. It was normal, except this photo from almost a year ago, where he’s on his boat taking a selfie (using both hands) with a very blonde chick (like those that probably bleach their hair with a household cleaner). She had an exaggerated smile and held him like an octopus; his body language read he was only with her for whatever reason that benefitted him.

I then told my bestie about it (see The Ex-Friend): “I hope my non-reply gives him the message.”

Bestie: “Hopefully, because it seems he’s a moron. Otherwise you don’t deal with booty calls or booty FB requests.”

Me: “Haven’t heard from him in like 2 years and now reappears parachute-style?”

Bestie: “One word for you: Next!!!”

You got that right, as always.

Interestingly enough, I was as calm as I’ve ever been. Amazing what time and distance can do for you.

As for him, I hope he enjoyed his meal, whatever kind it was.

“Revenge is a meal best served cold.” Buono appetito!




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