The New M.E. Generation

After the brunch event, this guy and I saw each other on and off during the rest of the summer.

I took a college course as well as a part-time job, which made my time quite interesting.

He kept appearing on TV and other media, so I was always up to date on his whereabouts.

I think before I left again to college, his birthday came up, and I had a chance to see him. I gave him a card with a message I personally wrote. He really appreciated my gesture.

The last time I saw him on TV was in another soap. He was playing a gypsy named ‘Piero’. The character had been away from the community and there was a rumor that he had apparently returned to the area. Another male gypsy was trying to find out what was going on. From the look of his face, he wasn’t happy if ‘Piero’ was actually back, as it represented a threat to him.

In the next scene, two women found Piero unconscious on the beach and took him to their home. One of the two kept staring at him and seemed to know who he was (or was trying to conceal it from the other woman).

Piero was placed to rest on a bed. He was still unconscious and without a shirt. OMG!! Is this politically correct?

That was the episode. Wait!! I want to see more (of him, not the soap)!

Shortly after my return to school my birthday came up. I think he called me to congratulate me, and believe this was the last time we spoke. I don’t recall contacting him during the holiday break.

By the time my school year was over and returned home, he was already involved with his ex-wife, so that was pretty much the end of whatever connection there was, until now.

It’s ironic that, many years later, it was through TV that I learned what had happened to him. But this was no soap, it was very much ‘reality’.

So what’s next chapter of this drama? Am I going to contact him or what?


I don’t know how long had passed when I remembered about Ivan and his trip. I think I did about a month or so after he told me he intended to travel.

To be honest, I had forgotten about him all together when, one day, he came to mind.

What made me remember him is still a mystery. I had been quite busy with my life, was in the middle of something and (‘ding!’), there he was.

I stopped what I was doing and thought about him. But I wasn’t feeling much other than that I hoped he made the trip and had fun. That’s it.

It hadn’t been that long since I last saw him, but it felt eternal. It was like a blur, like someone who I met a long time ago and had no idea presently of their whereabouts.

The memory of them is sparked by some association or by ‘divine intervention,’ or no explanation of how the recall came to occur. And when you remember them you ask yourself, ‘whatever happened to that person?’

I thought about texting Ivan, but decided not to. He didn’t call me before or after his trip, so I felt there was no worth reason to do so.

After this ‘short-term memory,’ I forgot about Ivan all together until a long weekend came around. I did not have much of a plan and he came again into my mind. (Wonder if he finally got a few days off?)

I texted him. ‘Hey, you’re around this weekend?’

‘Yes, but I have friends visiting,’ answered he, some time later, as usual.

‘Have fun. Take care.’ (Another waste of my time.)

And that was it (one more time). I never contacted him again and, you know what? I’m fine with it. Actually, I feel pretty good.

Come to think about it, he’s probably the first guy that didn’t shake my existence out of whack.

Sad part is that Ivan had someone who was willing to love him endlessly, more than any girl that he contacts online hands down. I bet you anything on that.

But, he chose not to be with me. No, he chose not to give himself that chance to feel loved.

Unfortunately, it’s his loss, not mine.

Logging out.

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