The New M.E. Generation

I took Dina’s advice of not calling Christian. But after a week or so he hadn’t and I felt the need to call him. After all, I was the one who said that would ‘stay in touch.’

Hmm, I’m wondering if there was another ‘lost phone’ incident or a lost interest all- together. Well, I’ll never know if I don’t make the call.

“Hey Christian, how are you? We haven’t spoken since…that day.”

“I know. That sure was a nasty storm.”

“So what you’re up to?”

“Same old; the kids, fishing. The weather has been good on both. How about you?”

“Same as usual. My life is pretty tranquil. But, um, was calling to say ‘hi’ and know how you were.”

I almost asked him to set up another date to meet but I held back. He didn’t make the move nor he sounded interested in doing so. The conversation was one of those that you do when you just want to really speak to someone you haven’t for some time.

So, in essence, the call turned to a ‘blah’ one when I had just seen him a week before. He was not someone who represented anything in my life. I had no feelings for him and think he doesn’t see anything in me.

I felt empty after I hung up. I felt this had lead to nothing and Christian was to become another guy who briefly crossed my life.

On the other hand, I was wondering if I was coming to conclusions too fast. So, once again, I asked myself, ‘what am I going to do?’ Wait for a few days or even a week like I previously did?

Don’t know. At least I did like Dina, no emotions attached.

You know what, this feels like the storm. It came quickly, caused some mayhem for 20 minutes and then disappeared.

In other words, he appeared suddenly, his presence ‘tested the water’ of my life for a short time, and now he has ‘moved on.’

And so have I.

The weather has cleared out and it’s time to look forward to new ‘brighter’ days.

I said good-bye to Dina and ‘the hand at the thigh guy’ and after entering my car, the two left still walking holding hands. I was happy for her, but somewhat concerned to how the night would end for her, meaning if he were a descent guy, etc.

It’s been a while that neither of us had met someone and when it does, it feels like the first time: being clueless, insecure and scared of what the outcome might be.

I got home and did the usual procedure after being out for the night, including emptying the purse I used of all its contents.

I took out the business card and read what was written in the back. It read ‘Christian’ and a mobile number.

‘Christian?’ I thought to myself, ‘it sounds too religious to me. I mean, of all the endless possible names to consider for a baby boy you chose this one?? No, I don’t like it.’

All right, I admit that I’ve asked repeatedly for some divine intervention from the universe as it relates to love, but did you had to send him? What are you trying to tell me?

I know I’m not supposed to judge others on a name, but I’m not really getting a vibe from this one.

So, what am I going to do? Realistically speaking, there are no other candidates to consider.

Ok, ok, I’ve made my decision. I’ll wait for a couple of days to go by and then I’ll give him a call. I’m not sure if this is the best thing to do, but at least I won’t look desperate (I think).

Decision made. Time to go to sleep.

Let’s see what happens.

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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