The New M.E. Generation











Jeffrey eventually did contact me again. Because of what I was going through, I honestly don’t recall if I tried calling him first (just for the sake of saying ‘hello’) (yes, honestly), or how much time elapsed between the ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ and this one.

Yeah, I did care to know how he was. His situation did not sounded very good, meaning like being handled well, or that there was any possibility of improvement or resolution in staying in that relationship.

It was a weekend night and I had no plans. I was hoping that someone would feel sorry for me and let me hang around their place when Jeff called.

“Hey, what are you up to?” asked he.

“Nothing; was on my way to my girlfriend’s (not really). Why?”

“I thought about me going over to your place and talk.”

“Oh? And where is your ‘other half’?” (Or whatever else you consider her to be.)

“She’s out of town.” (Translation: this guy wants to behave badly…)

“And you have nothing to do, like me. Well, at least we have something in common during this night.”

We kept chatting while I analyzed the situation. He’s in a relationship with another person, who happens to be out of town, and he wants to come over and just talk?

So what is this cougar going to do?

The way I was looking at it, he’s the one with the complicated situation. Not to take away from the fact that mine was equally, or perhaps, worse, than his.

But my ex was not coming back, that was for sure. So although I was still legally bound to someone else, I was ‘free’ to do whatever I wanted. Or could I?

So, what’s it going to be?

“No problem, come on over.”

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I don’t remember for how long I was involved with Ricky. I don’t recall being that much (maybe a couple of months?), but it was long enough for my ‘baggage’ to surface and for him to show his ugly side.

What I mean by this is that because I was fresh out of a divorce, I started talking of all the negative things associated to it. And, of course, there’s as much as one person can take.

I saw Ricky starting to get mad at me or at things that to me were not really such a big issue. He also started spending less and less time with me or at my place, to the point he was no longer around.

The last time I was with him was at his office. I had gone there because I needed his help with something, but also had an excuse to meet with him with the hope that I would have ‘that conversation.’ You know, the one usually referred to as ‘we need to talk,’ when you want to decide if to either end or continue with whatever there is between two people.

All I remember was that when I managed to bring up the subject, Ricky’s reaction was of non-acknowledgement about us. Then his tone of voice shifted to one of sounding upset, and him expressing something to the extent that nothing was going on, or something like that.

For me, there was no point in saying anything else, so I decided to leave. When I was about to walk out the door he asked, “what’s going on?” (Yes, he did have the nerve to ask me this!)

“Well, you said what you had to say. But because I have a different position than yours, right now I think it’s irrelevant what I wanted to say. Take care.” I proceeded to exit the door and out of this (what?).

And that’s how it ended, quickly and to the point.

That was on a Saturday. It was a long weekend and all my friends were out of town. I didn’t heard from him at all.

I went right back where I started: alone, but now even more confused. All I could wonder if this was all that life had in store for me. If it is, it’s going to be a very lonely road, that’s for sure.



Let’s get something clear. Fashion shopping I do like when I venture to do it. The one regarding food, I don’t.

For me, going to the supermarket is like going hunting. You have to fight yourself around people, carts and aisles to get to what you need. I’ll tell you, this isn’t easy. Even more, when I’m done, I feel tired.

So, I dragged myself to the place like I usually do, list at hand, with the goal, as I usually do, to get this over fast, pronto, like, now.

You know what I mean.

So far I’ve accomplished exactly that, going around quickly, pushing that cart with the same determination that I do when exercising.

I’m at the Produce section and I’m looking around searching for something when, out of the blue, I see a guy with a white long sleeve shirt, blue jeans and aviator sunglasses, walk by quickly in the opposite side of where I’m standing.

I see him but he doesn’t see me.

At first, my facial expression was one of puzzlement of ‘is that…??,’ to one that changed to of having a very big smile and laughing loudly deep within me.

‘That was Erik! Of course, of course, of course!’ I said to myself.

I’m still holding on to my cart, and laughing, but now thinking, ‘this can’t be happening!’

Hmm, should I chase him down (like in hunting) or just let it go?

I better make my move before the prey gets away, that’s for sure.

But the moment is so funny I can’t think straight.

Should I or shouldn’t it?



“Heey, good morning! How are you feeling??” asked Dina.

“Good.” I said, “Thanks for the aspirins, they surely worked.”

She then gave me a look of ‘…and who is he?’ Dina has been wishing for me to finally hook up with somebody. So every time I spoke with a guy, she will stand next to me to be the first witness in this major world event.

Being first also meant getting ‘the full monty’ of all details, even if, honestly, nothing happened. ‘What do you mean nothing happened?’ was her usual remark, followed by ‘Not even a kiss??’

“Oh, this is Hiio. Hiio, Dina.

I woke up early and let you sleep. When I came for breakfast, him and I were the only ones here, so we sat together.”

I then looked at her like, ‘do you mind? I’m in the middle of something…’

“Hmm, I’m going to sit by the other tables, so when you’re done, come get me,” she concluded.

I told ‘Monty’ about the toast incident, Pirate, and how Dina came to my rescue the night before.

He started laughing not because of what happened (he decided to skip it; he had already ‘partied’ some, and decided to take a break before dinner), but because of ‘that guy behind me.’

“Yeah, I sure do know Pirate. Who doesn’t?” said Hiio. “He’s one of the old timers here in this resort. He’s probably been around the longest of all of us.”

“Is there anything I need to know about him or might make me feel better about what happened to me?” I asked.

“Listen, these type of toasts have been going on probably forever. I even headed some back in the days when I was a GO.

What I can tell you is that they used to be much wilder than what you experienced, and Pirate was just having fun, if that gives you any consolation.

And that’s what you should also do, have fun.”

I know, he’s right. I should apply this not only for this trip, but my life in general.

And just when I was about to finally put this whole incident to rest (not behind me, that’s for sure), speaking of the devil, sure enough walks in (no, not Dina), Pirate.

‘No, not him again.’



I remember opening my eyes and staring into the wall and asking myself one question: ‘where am I?’

For a split second I had no idea of my location, which caused me to suddenly jump and sit on the bed.

The first thing I see is Dina sleeping deeply and then looked around the rest of the room.

‘What day is this? What happened yesterday?’ kept repeating in my mind.

I slowly started remembering. I was definitely knocked-out but finally felt better. ‘I can’t believe I made it through this whole ordeal’ I said to myself.

Is there anything good I can say about last night? Yeah, Dina didn’t snore (as far as I remember).

I figured out it was not time to leave the resort just yet because she would have woken me up already.

The other question that remained was, ‘what time was it?’

Now that my drunkenness had faded away (or so I believed), my body was now asking me for food. I barely ate the night before so I was in need of some serious protein, carbs and whatever else I needed to jump-start again.

So I let Dina sleep (she was looking like me the night before), quickly changed and quietly stepped out of the room.

I still didn’t know what time it was when I left the room. The whole resort was desolated. It was as if I was the only person there and had the place all for myself.

I walked towards the dinning hall and finally saw someone. ‘There is life on this planet after all.’

And the question for which I was mostly searching an answer for was also (finally) answered. “Excuse me, what time is it?” (7am)

Oh, my (new question), how many hours that I slept??

The hall was open, so off I went for a healthy and hearty breakfast that would help me survive whatever the rest of this weekend threw at me, including meeting the guys that I was still hoping to encounter (but, please, something else besides the Pirate type, that’s for sure).



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