The New M.E. Generation

I didn’t give up on my quest of finding a man after this minor incident. It was ironic to think that I wanted to meet a guy contemporary with my age and I was getting messages from 20-somethings as young as 21.

Looking at the ‘Visitors’, some were even as young as 18 and living abroad. Where’s the adult supervision here? For crying out loud, this is a child! Find someone your own age. You have no business in this dating site to begin with.

Let me see what the others look like or have to stay. I know it’s a waste of time even reading the messages. But since I’ve been unlucky with my search, at least feeling flattered for a few minutes it’s worth it.

‘What do you think about dating older men?’ read a message from a 23-year old. Oh, no, here we go again (that’s if I want to).

I checked out his profile and it read that he was doing his post-grad with the goal of becoming a doctor. What, another ‘beach guy’ headed my way? Please universe, not again!

In his main photo he was wearing this huge sunglasses and had very blond hair; bet he’s probably in a fabulous beach. In the second he was abroad. In the third he was shirtless with a beer in his hand, his tongue sticking out, and next to a guy. He was also in great shape and quite tall.

Let me guess, Spring Break with a ‘frat brother’ in Mexico. He definitely knows how to have fun.

I looked at all of them and started remembering my time in college and got mixed feelings. It was good in the sense that I away from home and finally had the opportunity of being myself.

But I didn’t know what I was to do afterwards, mainly because I was in the process of discovering who I was as a person, and had no sense of direction.

It took me a lot of years to get to a place that I was somewhat comfortable with myself and thought I had it all defined when I got married.

The result was that I ended up loosing all that I represented, to the point I was totally clueless about anything when my ‘past life’ ended.

I’ve been regaining my sense of self, esteem, and all that I am about, but have been a long and painful process.

I looked at the photos again and became sad. If I had the chance to go back in time and do it again, would I?

If I could go back to college with the present knowledge I have, yes. Doing it with the ‘blank canvas’ I was, not too sure.

I know that in going back you have your whole life ahead of you, but presently I still have that as well.

So, what am I doing with this one? Am I answering a message of a guy who seems to be the poster child of ‘party central’ or perhaps ‘globe trotter’?

Maybe I should do the same and stick my tongue out at him and this situation.

All right, let’s continue with the ‘small talk,’ shall we?

“So, what do you do for a living?” I asked.

“I’m a doctor.” (Say what?? A doctor? With those clothes? You’ve got to be kidding me! Don’t think so…) This shocker has definitely taken my mind away from my present reality.

My face finally takes another look, now one of ‘I don’t believe you, but I’ll take your word for it.’

Ricky takes out one of his business cards and hands it to me. I realize that he’s into the holistic side of medicine, which sort of explains his fashion.

Hmm, interesting card design. The blue and orange colors captured not only health, but a peaceful, serene and calm vibe as well.

“I like the artwork created here,” said I. “It reflects the essence of what you do.”

“Yeah, I wish I could appreciate it in its entirety,” said he.

“What do you mean? Don’t you like it?”

“I do, but the thing is I’m color blind.” (Oh, no wonder your choice of clothes is so crappy. Well, to me they are. He’s totally clueless if they look good or not.) “The text and images I can see. But if the colors and everything else works together, that I can’t say.”

OK, don’t ever recall meeting a colorblind person before and I’m wondering how it may affect your life negatively.

“Well, I think your business card looks very professional.”

We all kept talking and about an hour into the conversation, Ricky decided to leave. “Listen you all, I’m with some friends here, so I’m going to rejoin them.”

So, what am I supposed to say now? I guess something like, “It was nice meeting you. Have fun,” was all I could think about. Dina and Madelyn also said their good-byes.

I saw Ricky walk away and when he was out of my sight, I stared at his card. I don’t know what to do next.

“Make sure you answer his call when he does,” said Madelyn.

I looked at her back. How can she be so sure that he will call me? I can’t even anticipate what will happen with my life tomorrow or even in the next few minutes.

I guess I’ll just have to wait and see if her prediction is true.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Dina!” said I while trying to conceal my excitement. “Isn’t the guy with the glasses Erik?”

“Who??” said she totally lost of whom I was talking about.

“Erik, the Swedish guy we met at the bar way back then. You and I met up with some of your friends and this guy asked me out to dance, and I thought he was part of the group, and after we left the place he called me at my mobile, and we both jumped hysterically inside my car, remember?”

Dina carefully looked over her shoulder while her mental memory stick was doing the research, but by the look in her face I could tell the data was not retrieved.

“Never mind, I’m sure it’s him. I can recognize those frames from a mile away,” I continued.

I got close to Dina’s two girlfriends and gave them a full rundown of the incident to which we all ended up laughing about. Dina did too but didn’t convince me that she indeed remembered him or the incident.

Well, I don’t blame her. It has been over a year and Erik was one of the first guys I met after my break-up, and after being with (what’s his name) for so long, I was totally clueless on how to face life, especially men, all on my own.

And now that all this time has passed through my life, including many other men, I wonder this: if my encounter with Erik had occurred today, how would I have handled it?

Now that’s some food for thought.

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