The New M.E. Generation











I then decided to reply to him and see where this conversation would lead.

‘Hey, are you also a firefighter?’ asked I.

‘No, just a paramedic’, answered he.

‘So you work every other day.’

‘Yes and at my job right now.’

‘So if there’s no calls you sit by the computer.’

‘Yes, how do you know?’

‘I was once friend’s with a firefighter and had the opportunity to visit the station where he worked. His colleagues were studying, watching TV, or surfing the net. It was a nice experience.’

‘The guy or the station?’

‘Both.’

‘So what happened that you two are not together?’

‘It just didn’t work out. Listen, I had a long day, so maybe we’ll chat some more tomorrow’, concluded I.

It was true that I had a stressful day, but wasn’t in the mood in getting into details about an experience that happened a long time ago (see ‘You Can Be My Hero’).

That particular guy was like the second I met right out of what I’ve always referred to as ‘my past life’. Right now I don’t need to dwell on the reasons of why we stopped even having a conversation.

There was a time when I was upset about the whole incident, but now it just feels like a blur, or perhaps something lived out of a movie or something.

I have no regrets about it or feel any more anger towards him or the moment. In simple words, it wasn’t meant to be and wouldn’t have worked out in the present either.

If I take a humorous approach to it, all I can say is, ‘what was I thinking?’ That maybe something extraordinary could happen, that I was meant to be rescued by someone I barely knew, when in fact I started rescuing everything that I represented and the new life I had barely started to live.

I sometimes think about Bryan and how we met, and the brief moments we shared. He wasn’t really a bad person. He was just someone who was different from me in so many ways in personality, life experiences, upbringing, and else that I’m certain now it never stood a chance of becoming anything.

And then there’s me. I always strive for in having achieving something as minimal as a friendship. That’s the semi-romantic side of me that wants to say, ‘something positive came out of this’.

If I look at that, then I can say that this guy came into my life because he was the type of person I needed to meet when I had just re-started this whole dating craziness.

He came, he gave, and then he left when the alarm went off and was time to go, that’s all. I have no regrets and that’s the way it should be.



I was driving back home and more than happy that this night was finally over when he makes a confession.

“Hey, chica, I don’t think I can drive home.”

Say what? I stared at him even more closely. He’s either telling me the truth or he’s trying to pull this off so he stays over my apartment and try to take it to the next level.

From what I learned from him and his past, he thinks he’s going to put me in the sack. Honestly, even if he the last man standing, I’m not interested in him at all, not even for a ‘quickie’.

If he’s indeed that wasted, the farthest he can go is crashing on my sofa and I sleeping in my room with the door locked.

When we got to my apartment, he started rambling that he was not up to driving and so on. I brought a pillow and blanket, and placed it on my sofa and he wasn’t happy at all.

He kept saying things I didn’t care to listen and his demeanor made me realize he was fine enough to leave.

I don’t remember what I told him, but he got the message that it was time to go home somehow and ‘relieve’ whatever was inside of him.

“Damn, girl, I can’t believe you’re making me go in my condition. I don’t know if I’ll make it home….” He kept on and on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep moving. Talk it over with your pillow and get over it.

As for myself, whatever is left of this night will be spent comfortably with my own pillows and television.

If I’m lucky I’ll find a comedy and laugh, a lot. This has certainly been a long day and the drama has worn me out.

I’m not quite sure this will be the last chapter with this guy. Let’s see how long the intermission lasts.



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