The New M.E. Generation

Oh, no, the bar is the one that I’ve come across one of those past guys that resurfaced ages later when I thought I would never cross path with ever again. I don’t know why I felt somewhat nervous about going there because when I saw that guy I’m referring to, I was talking to another guy and I completely ignored him.

The other guy even waved at me and I did to him with a ‘blah’ face of ‘oh, it’s you,’ and kept talking to the guy I was with. On top of that, I was nicely dressed (which the guy let me know), and I think I handled it pretty well.

So what’s the big deal? It’s to my advantage that someone from my past sees me next to another guy. But I know I will still be somewhat nervous. I don’t want to pretend being someone I’m not or start acting as if Alex is my current significant other. I’m having a good time tonight and I just want it to continue that way.

We got to the bar and (thank goodness), there was no one there I knew (guys I mean). This made me feel at ease. We ordered drinks and toasted to a great evening (so far).

I was curious to know how I was fairing out tonight, but I was not going to make that mistake; getting somewhat lost was enough. So, instead, I asked him if he could expand on his other dating experiences.

“You wouldn’t believe the other women,” said he. “One was completely shallow. Halfway through the date I just wanted to end it. She even asked me if we could meet again and I gave her a sarcastic face of ‘yeah, I will call you.’

The worst one was this woman who was in my car. She was so wasted she opened the car window, started screaming while flashing her boobs. She didn’t lift the bra at least. But I was driving, totally freaking out, while pulling her back into the seat.

What about you? Any crazy stories?”

I couldn’t answer anything right away. Instead, I had to think really hard because all I could remember were mostly sad ones.

Crazy? Well, maybe the infamous 2:00am call from Erik (please see ‘The Swedish Massage’), or the time I drove to the fire station to find Bryan or when he came to pick me up to go the beach and had just saved his head (‘You Can Be My Hero’), or perhaps the ‘Pirate’ incident at the resort (‘A Spring Break in the Fall’).

Yeah, they were crazy in my own understanding, but not as bad as what this guy had gone through.

Some time later, the bar was getting ready to close, so we had to wrap up for the night. We looked at each other with a puzzled face of ‘are we seeing each other again?’ and ‘who is supposed to ask that question?’

Alex took the first step. “I had a great time and was wondering if you would like to meet again?”

“Yes, I would.” Finally, a second date! I don’t recall this happening before. Hopefully this will lead to something good. “Do you mind walking me to my car?” In other words, you are nice and I trust you enough to let you do that.

I made a second attempt to call Christian the following evening, but this time at 9pm. I thought he should definitely be home by now.

I was correct; he did answer the phone.

“Is this Christian?”

“Yeah…” said he with a puzzled tone of not recognizing whom the caller was.

“This is Emma, the girl you gave the number to at the bar recently. Do you remember who this is?”

“Well, hey, yes!” said he with a tone of surprise that I actually made the call.

“So how are you?” I asked.

“Fine…Wow, don’t know what to say.” He was completely blown away. I bet he thought I would never do it.

The conversation was quite simple as it touched the usual subjects of where did you grew up, went to school, marital status, children or not, what do you do for a living, etc.

He came across as having a pretty stable life, considering he was divorced with two kids. But, the way he put it, he was over that part of his life. Even more, he had an amicable relationship with his ex for the sake of the children, was close to them, and was professionally stable.

These were very good pointers for me, which made me interested in hopefully getting to know him more. I decided then to take the first step.

“So I guess we could try setting up a date to meet?” I asked.

“Would like to, but I have the kids this weekend, so it will have to be the next one. I get them every other weekend, but spend some days during the week as well due to sports’ practice. But we’ll definitely talk again next week. Can you call me?”

“Sure, no problem.”

I guess it was not a bad start. But me calling him is sort of strange when he was the one originally with the interest in meeting me. Oh, well, I’ll give it a try. What can I loose?

And talking about trials, wonder whatever happened with Dina and ‘the hand at the thigh guy.’ Hmm.

Time to make another call.

I got home and took a look at the piece of paper in which Jeffrey had written his phone number. This was the first time I had experienced this situation after becoming single again, so I didn’t know what to make of it.

I don’t recall thinking or feeling anything in particular. It didn’t even hit me that it was a ‘cougar moment’ or a young guy showing interest in an older woman.

I didn’t even question myself if there was any slight possibility of him calling me, what his intentions were, if I should take the first step in approaching him, or whatever else in between.

Back then I was so overwhelmed by my whole situation that my mind was stuck in analyzing anything. I was basically taking one day at a time in overcoming this ‘bad moment’ I was living.

I put the number away in a place that, in case I wanted to find it, could do so.

It had been an enjoyable evening. For a few hours I almost forgot my reality. But this same one had left me exhausted, so all I just wanted to do was to get some sleep.

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