The New M.E. Generation











About 2 weeks later, I came across LZ1 again while en route to work. I was surprised how fast it happened from the last one.

I was driving in the center lane, as usual. He quickly appeared to my right and, for a few seconds, we were almost side by side before he speeded up to change lanes, looking for open road to drive faster.

He didn’t notice me because I was in my new car, a dark blue 4-door different from the previous gray 2-door, which made me stand out in a whole other way in all the years I had the other one. Plus I was wearing my hair in a ponytail, which made me less recognizable at first sight.

Me: “Morning”. My car chase began, but he really stepped on it that day, so much it made it hard for me to catch up with him.

Incredibly, I managed to get right behind him when he switched to my lane and the car behind his moved aside.

I hit another red light. I couldn’t see if he was looking around for me like the day of the ‘I’m a ghost’ episode.

I even went as far as taking many photos of the back of his car and making gestures to see if he noticed the presence of someone behind him.

A few more lights later, he then moved to the left, and I was able to get right next to him.

He was completely oblivious to his surroundings, pretty much like everyone else. I had to wave my hand a little more than needed to wake him up from his limbo.

When he finally sees me, he waves back enthusiastically, with a face of surprise like those of ‘hey, how are you?!’. I then changed my hand gesture to one of ‘I’ll be seeing you’ and kept going.

Him (about 5 minutes later): “I see. New car. Nice one. Morning.”

Me: “Time changes everything. Was behind you for long.” I then forwarded a photo of the back of his car with the infamous “Led Zep1” plate.

Him: “I see that now. Had no idea.

Me (with a quote from the movie Ferris Bueller’s Day Off): “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

Him: “Yep.”

Me: “Well, it was nice seeing you again.”

Him: “Same here.”

Me: “Still dealing with your grand problem?”

(Recap: when he sent me the text that he couldn’t see me any more, he made a mention about a big problem he has regarding work that hasn’t been resolved, plus another one that has come up which made matters worse. So much, according to him, that they would make it very difficult for him to be with me.

He also said, ‘don’t want to talk about it’, so I will never know if such situation is true, or just a mere story he came up with to look legit and let go of me without looking like an ass. I’ll settle for the second.)

Him: “Somewhat, but things have settled down quite a bit.”

Me: “Good.”

I waited for him to continue the conversation as he has done before (as in maybe him opening up somewhat about what is really happening in his life), or just say any random thing. But no; that was it.

By this time I was already at work, so I knew that the best thing to do was just end the chat in a ‘good note’ and keep on with my day.

So the question is, once more, what will I do if I come across him again, if that? Not sure. All I know is that everything has a start and finish (like a car race).

This happens because we either take action on it, or the universe does it for us when it decides that now is the time for that.

If it understands that there’s still something pending, being today or in the next millennium, it will make us ‘race’ for it and ‘cross the finish line’ until it gets resolved.

Start your engines!

 

 



LedZep1 never replied to my response. From past experiences, guys never do. Even more, he was very clear when he said ‘don’t want to talk about it’, so…

What I’ve also learned is that either I get to see them again, or find out something from an indirect source that shows me their true colors or uncovers their lies. And I don’t have to do anything; the universe takes care of it. Mark my words: now or later, it will happen.

Case in point, it was the week before Easter and was driving to work as usual. Because many people are vacationing that time of the year, traffic was very smooth. I called my BFF (the one that have been making a case against him) to ask her if she had plans to go to church on Sunday. She wasn’t aware of the dumping text.

I also had gotten a new car (which this guy doesn’t know) with integrated Bluetooth. I was talking to her while driving in the center lane, when I see that particular license plate pass quickly through my right and then shifting all the way to the left.

Me: “I have to go”, said I abruptly. “Just saw LZ1.”

She: “What?? That guy still around?? Don’t go chasing him now!!!”

Me: “This car is in need of a real test drive.”

I hung up and off I went. At one red light I quickly text him: “Saw you a few minutes back. Morning.”

But his fast lane changes were hard to keep up with. I was hoping to catch him before he changed streets to get to his office, which I did. He was first on the left-turn lane; I was second in the lane next to it.

Me: “Next to you.” I could see his head moving back and around quickly trying to find my car. I didn’t wave at him or anything. His ‘where the fuck is she?’ reaction was priceless and definitely made my morning. I felt I got back at him in a small way.

Him (about 5 minutes later): “That was you in the green car? Lol, you got a new car and you’re a blond now? Morning.” (Enough with the lol’s!!)

Me: “Nope. I’m a ghost.”

Him: “Ok.”

Of course I wasn’t going to give it all away. Yes it’s true about the new vehicle, but by leaving things ambiguous, the mystery continues, and I get to have fun with it.

Strangely enough, this guy kept the texting going. I thought he would ignore me, but sort of left the conversation open. I mean, he clearly said he ‘couldn’t see me any more’ and I replied with a unfriendly message longer than his. So, aren’t we supposed to be not talking to each other?

Coincidentally, I met for dinner with my BFF (the relationship police) a few days later and told her about this. (Haven’t you noticed that each time I encounter LZ1 I meet up with her shortly after?). She laughed at my imagination, but quickly threw shade at him.

BFF: “I still think that guy’s married. All he needs to do is take his ring off, put it in his pocket, and that’s it!”, said she with a look of ‘anyone can do that’.

I saw him again about a week or so later. Considering the regular traffic, he was really going fast in-between cars. I texted him again that ‘saw you going past by me fast, etc.’, and he kept talking for a few minutes. It was basically the same type of conversation we used to share before his infamous message.

About a day or so later when I was looking at my memories on FB, I saw a post from last year that showed two images of the times I first saw his car, which happened to be on the same location as this year’s.

Which made me think, what would have happened if I had approached him those other times? I think either the outcome would have been like it happened now, or, maybe we would have dated for a year, to then get dumped by him under the same circumstances as outlined in his text. It would have ended either way.

For that reason, I made a screenshot of the post and forwarded it to him: “Incredible to think that around this same time last year I saw your car for the first time. You smiled at me when taking the picture. And now you’re gone… time changes everything.” He didn’t say a word.

So what happens now? Not much. Eventually all goes away, including me crossing paths with him.

I will probably bump into him here and there. But if that happens, I won’t text him. If I manage to be side by side to his car and he looks at me, I’ll do the same, wave with my hand in a ‘see you later’, and continue.

That guy’s love affair is between himself and his car, and there’s nothing that will break it apart. That’s what he chose and seems very content with it.

Ironically, on another day on my way to work, I was at a red light and see to my right this guy about my age in a really nice sports car. I looked up to the sky, laughed, and thought to myself, ‘going to let go of this one… for now’.

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” – Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

 

 

 

 

 

 



‘I can’t miss this guy again,’ said I to myself while hoping that the vehicles in front would move far enough for me to get next to his car. (‘Keep going, keep going… Yes! Made it!’) I’ve never been this happy at a red light.

I lowered my window and notice he’s not looking at his mobile (yay!). I wave my hand and say ‘hi’ to him. He stares back at me.

The light changes and his lane moves faster than mine. I notice that he lowers the passenger’s window.

I was so excited like in those scenes in a rom-com movie that you thought would never happen in real life. Only ingredient missing was having my BFF’s with me and shouting our lungs out like high school teenagers.

I hit another red light and was able to position my vehicle again close to him. The guy is smiling and gives me a very nice ‘hi’ back.

Me: “I’ve seen your car like 2 times before.”

He: “I’ve seen yours too” (not the best pick-up line, but who cares?).

Me: “Are you with the band?” (I asked because it’s a known fact that there’s many celebrities in the city I live at).

He: “No, I’m just an old Rock guy. You?”

Me: “I’m not a rocker, but who doesn’t know ‘Stairway to Heaven?” (I make a ‘rock on’ facial expression and hand gesture that goes with it).

He: “This is a very unusual way to meet someone.”

Me: “Yes it is… Are you single?” (please, please, please, let it be ‘yes’).

He: “Yes” (yes!!!).

We look at each other like, is this the part where we exchange our numbers or what?

Because my phone was locked and the light changed to green, I shouted mine through the window for the whole highway to hear. He told me his name, I gave him mine. He called and hanged up so I could save his mobile (which I did under ‘Mr. LedZep1’). And there he went.

I was really proud of myself for being ballsy for what I had just done. During the last leg of my commute, I started remembering other similar moments throughout my life that I took an innocent risk like the one today and paid off.

It made me feel good about myself, but sort of sad as well. Good because this was long overdue of doing something unexpected. Sad because I wondered how much this side of me has been lost.

Maybe I’ve got my mojo back and this was an example that proves it. Perhaps it has been dormant because no other guy (or situation) has recently inspired me to bring it out. Until now.

Whatever it is, I really love when I have a ‘something funny happened on the way to’ moment. It makes everything look so much different.

Question is, should I tell my BBF’s or keep it quiet? How about, lets see what happens first and then decide?

 



After my last attempts to meet guys online (please see The Swipe), I did take a break from my search. As much as I know that ‘mejor sola que mal acompañada’ (better alone than in bad company), it’s still bothersome after all these years not having experienced a serious relationship.

Yes, it hit me hard, and got me down for many days. Even having conversations with my bff’s only helped temporarily. Bottom line is, I envisioned my present in a much different way.

For that I’ve tried to keep myself busy so I don’t think about it. And started doing something new to approach what I was feeling.

It was the start of a work week and the traffic was somewhat congested. Every time I hit a red light, I looked around people in their vehicles to check out what they were doing.

There’s always some woman putting her makeup on, another was still wearing her curlers, and a guy was using an electric shaver for at least 3 lights long.

Others were obviously looking at the phone talking or texting, all totally unaware of their surroundings. I did a small experiment of making funny faces, even doing my version of carpool karaoke, and nobody noticed. It was so bad the disconnect they had with the world, I bet you had I done something politically incorrect through the window, still no one would have paid attention.

All I could was laugh, which was good, and congratulate myself for not being co-dependant on a device of any kind.

As my drive continued, I looked around at the sky, train, stores, and other things we all take for granted, and actually appreciated them.

I then said to myself, “I will give thanks for all the good I have: my job, family, home, health, those people who give me so much. Even the ones who were present for the time that they had to, I’m also grateful. Last, but not least, whoever falls under my ‘persona non grata’ list, I release you.”

Yes, I do believe that when some people (can be male friends, besties, love interests, etc.) are no longer with you in whatever capacity, is because they were meant to be when you needed the most. Sometimes they go into another direction for reasons that have nothing to do with you; sometimes what you had together has run its course and there’s not much in common any more; sometimes it’s us who realize that as much as we may appreciate the other person, it’s best that we step away for own good, and hopefully for the other one as well.

Those in ‘the list’ range from anyone who have used or hurt me, to those that is better not even thinking about them at all.

You can say my thoughts were a ‘waiting to exhale’ moment, but they did wonders to my commute that morning.

If I’m not laughing at people, I then look at license plates with a coded message and try to decipher them. If I like it, I take a photo and share it on my profile. Some are pretty straight forward; others not even my social media friends can figure out.

It was on a Tuesday morning when I did the above-mentioned exercise again; it gave me some relief, but was still feeling down. I then looked up and thought, ‘would it be too much to ask for a little divine intervention on this matter?’

About 10 minutes went by, when I was driving on the middle lane and notice a familiar plate: LED ZEP1. ‘OMG, there it is!’, I thought to myself.

This was like the third time I’ve seen it. On the first one, the car was to my left, and every time I tried to take a photo, the light turned green.

When I was almost side by side with the vehicle, I notice a man with white hair inside smiling at me. He was probably laughing at my attempts to take a photo at such a limited visual angle. I kept trying, but wasn’t working.

The guy kept looking at me. He seemed way older than me, so I thought maybe he was one of the band members? I mean, it’s a known fact that there’s many celebrities living in my city.

In spite of getting a semi-descent shot, I gave the guy a smile back and said ‘thank you’.

Second time I was again in the center lane and LZ1 got right in front of me. ‘Yes! Got the shot!’

And now, I wanted to say hi to the guy and hopefully even strike a conversation. Who knows, maybe I’ve been riding next to a music legend and didn’t even know it. Hit it!

 

 

 



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