The New M.E. Generation











I would be lying to you, and myself, if I told you I stopped finding out the whereabouts of this guy through social media. Although I wasn’t ‘following’ him, I still had access to go into his profile and check out what was happening. And if I wanted more details on anything, my bestie was the one to go to for the whole scoop.

You may ask why I do this, considering all that has happened. Sometimes, as much as it may continue to hurt or upset you, you just have to know.

In my case, I try to look at things and find a humorous side (there’s one if you try hard enough, trust me), to remind myself that not having this guy in my life is the best, even if you don’t know all the reasons why just yet.

Take for example the time this guy and the bitch took a trip to NYC. The posts started way before they entered the city by car, including taking photos of idiotic things such as exit signs and writing even more moronic captions (“we’re about to get there” or “here we come”).

It got even worse when they took one of those ferry boats that people use to commute from one side of Manhattan to the other. This guy posted, “honey, here’s our ‘cruise'”. WTF? What do you mean with the quotation marks? Close but no cigar? That you don’t have money for the real thing, so you had to settle for ‘la lancha de Cataño’?

I was laughing so much, I took a screen shot of it and send it to my BFF. It was one of those moments that you can’t control your laughter and almost cry as well. She and I exchanged every humorous emoticon we had and kept making fun of it like little girls in school sharing gossip.

I then saw that they went to see a baseball game and were posting more photos of them pretending to be the happiest couple in the world. His captions read, ‘thank you to the baseball team at (the last state he lived, where he used to take part in their softball team) for the tickets.’

“Those tickets weren’t free,” said my bestie. “He keeps boasting about things other people give him, but there’s always some cost involved. He just wants to come across as having all these friends that supposedly love and care for him, when in reality many of them have turned against him by his own fault.”

“So the airline tickets are the same thing?” asked I.

“Of course! How it goes is that his ‘bro’ is allowed an amount of airline flight vouchers for friends and family. When someone wants to use one, the friend has to submit the request to his employer and the price as an employee is charged to him. Then the person who’s using the ticket reimburses you. That’s why you have to fly on standby,” continued she.

“I don’t remember him telling me that he had to pay. No wonder he spoke so highly of his ‘bro’ so much,” said I.

“I feel sorry for that ‘bro’ of his. He’s a good person, but unfortunately controlled and manipulated by this other guy. He’s using the ‘bro’ to get what he needs for himself and that bitch, but I’m sure he owes him a lot for those tickets. And I wouldn’t be surprised either that the ‘bro’ has lent him money as well,” continued she.

“You’re right; I never thought about that. I always wondered how he managed to pay for them when he has been without a job. Can’t believe how foolish I am,” said I.

“That’s the thing; the ‘bro’ puts up with him and helps him because, unfortunately, he doesn’t have that many friends, a wife or family to account for. This guy should count his blessings, ’cause you never know when his ‘bro’ turns around and demands payment,” said she.

“I remember the story that this guy would tell his ‘bro’ that he needed to change his work schedule from working nights and getting 3 days off, to something normal like most people do, if he wants to meet someone. Well, that’s what he said,” continued I.

“I think that situation is true; the ‘bro’ has no reasons for fabricating stories. He’s a good person, but someone who doesn’t see farther from what’s there in front of him,” said she.

“I wouldn’t feel good about myself owing money to you and his ‘bro’. Wow, he has really managed to get what he wants, either emotionally, financially, or whatever else, to later act like he doesn’t owe people anything,” said I.

“Yep; worst part is he always said that the bitch ‘le debe dinero a las mil vírgenes’ (she owes money to all the thousands of saints). But, like him, is trying to make everyone believe that their relationship is so great. Bah!

Just look at him up close; he’s fat, looks old and bloated. The clothes, I’ve seen him wearing them and he keeps using them over and over. She, please, looking cheap as always, plus overweight.

When I was with him, he didn’t have much money, but his clothes always looked impecable. He also watched his weight and exercised. He looked real nice. When you make a comparison, he’s not even a shadow of what I used to know,” said she.

True that. It thought I would get sad, but instead laughed slightly and looked up. Yes, people change and not always for the best. And put themselves in situations that makes others laugh at you and not with you.

It’s like when you play baseball. You stand at home plate and decide whether to take a swing at the ball or not. Maybe you hit it the right way and sometimes you hit people in the wrong place. You may argue that you’re having bad luck in the game of life, but in the long run, people will ultimately realize that you’re bluffing and just want to ‘steal the bases’ for your own good.

 



As soon as I hanged up my  mobile, I called my new ‘bestie’ to tell her about what unfolded on the phone call.

“Hey, I just spoke with this guy’s mom and she said that the bitch and him are set to be married in October!” said I in a tone like the world was about to end. Surprisingly she took it very well.

“Listen, when I first saw him again after all these years, he greeted me with lots of hugs and kisses, which took me totally by surprise. He was super happy, or so he pretended to be. My idea was to get together and talk everything out regarding our past relationship and move on.

I wasn’t expecting things to evolve, but they did. In other words, he eventually told me he wanted to get back with me and marry as well,” said she.

“He did?? What?? And he was telling me that ‘we could make a good team’? I know that sounds totally moronic when I now think about it, but he also wanted to be with me in a serious relationship. Well, that’s what I understood. He even said he was sure it would work.

It even got to a point where I was wondering if nothing was happening with other guys because it was meant for me to be with him, that I wasn’t seeing the signs that life was giving me,” continued I.

“I remember when seeing the pictures of the two of you during your vacation trip. I texted him that ‘so glad you and Emma are together’, meaning as in a couple, not of reuniting with someone you haven’t seen in years, which is what he thought I conveyed.

If the two of you have occurred, I would have been fine with it. And regards that so-called marriage, if this guy was that serious about it, he would have done so already a long time ago.

I think this is just something he’s saying will do to try to make his relationship ‘look legal’ in front of the church, his mom, and everyone else who was involved with him after his breakup. And another thing, how coincidental it is that his work contract ends at the end of October? How does he pretends to support himself without employment and she working cleaning offices earning minimum wage at a job that he found for her?

This sounds to me like some crappy show that now he’s the biggest religious person, that all has been forgiven, that all is possible if you believe in the Lord, blah blah blah. Please, who is he trying to fool? Himself? His mom? Certainly not me.

I’m not going to lose sleep over it. And trust me that it won’t happen. I know him,” concluded she.

It’s true; I thought I knew this guy well, but now I feel I never knew him at all. He looks like someone who was living a double life and was a master at it.

Question is, what was he trying to gain? Did he thought his plot wouldn’t get discovered? Why did he play a game with two people that cared and loved him so much?

Seems to me that he was getting back at us for whatever his reasons might have been. And he created all this fake scenery so we believed in anything he presented to us to lure us in. What he doesn’t know is that his net of lies is getting untangled and might turn up against him one day.

This guy may have worked all his youth at his father’s pharmacy and learned how to run a business, but he definitely needs a taste of his own medicine and get a lesson that people are not prescriptions that you self-medicate with depending on what you want to solve.

That being said, what happens next? For starters, stop calling the mom; I’m not interested in listening any more nauseating stories.

“One time I called her and she dished the whole conversation to that bitch,” my bestie said. Wow, major backstabbing. Make that 2 reasons; my phone call will give the mom ‘lots to talk about to her son’. How sad that this woman (who I once respected) is been brainwashed and controlled by her own son.

Other than the no calls, all left to do is sit down and wait for the official toxic wedding to begin, if that. “Is there is anyone here who objects to this, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Hey bestie, want to crash a wedding? Hahaha.

 



I waited about 2 days and called him before going to sleep. To my surprise, he answered the phone.

Once again, he sounded he wasn’t exactly on this world; it was more like being away on dreamland, but not upset that I called.

“Oops, did I wake you up?” asked I.

“No, I’m in bed relaxing.”

Hmm, it felt very inviting for a moment. Yet, he has always shared his space with all those problematic women, but never with me. I wondered why and couldn’t find an answer.

“All those women you date got you all worn out?” continued I.

“I only date one woman at a time, you know that.”

“Sounds to me like one far too many.”

Ivan didn’t answer. He knows I’m right and I’m sure he wasn’t interested in me giving him a speech yet again about how badly he manages his love life.

“I wanted to call you to thank you for listening to me the other day. I know I got all emotional, but it was all bottled up and just couldn’t control myself.”

“I understand. No worries. Listen, there’s a free dating site you should try.”

“What?? Didn’t you say to me you wanted to take a break? How many women have you met or dated?”

“Just a few, but that was not a recent thing. I really intend to be on my own for a while.”

“At the rate you’re going, next time I speak with you, I bet you’re in a relationship, maybe living with that person, you eloped or moved to the other side of the world. With you, anything is possible.”

“It’s also possible that for once in my life I will finally follow through on what I say.”

“You know what will happen next? I will get into this site you’re talking about and come across your photo.”

“No, it’s not active right now.”

“It’s a surprise to hear that, but a good start indeed. I will give it a try and let you know.”

“You will find someone. Remember, be patient. Everything will be good in the long run. Trust me.”

Trust you when you can’t even do that with yourself? Please, don’t make me laugh! Actually, it’s not a bad idea.

And regarding the site, hey, it’s free. What have I got to lose?

For starters, my dignity and sanity. That can be followed by my lack of patience and sense of lost hope that I will ever meet someone worth anything.

I know Ivan means well, but he’s the last person whom I would take romantic advice.

On that aspect, trust me, I know, plenty.



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