The New M.E. Generation











“So,” asked I, “how’s your semester doing?”

“Good, hectic, but good.”

“Well, I appreciate you putting some time aside tonight. Let me ask you, are you still using the site?”

“Ah, no…”

“Too busy, right?”

“Not really what I was expecting. Besides, I’ve met other women outside of it.”

Which means…? That nothing good came out of it, including me? Now I’m not feeling blue; it’s more like a red associated with my body temperature running high. No, it’s not hormonal; it’s being pissed off. My face color was now more intense than the pasta sauce.

“What about you, still looking at profiles of military guys?” asked he.

“Well, yeah. I check out any profile that catches my attention and honestly, some of those are doing just that.”

“Why are you engaging on that when nothing will come out of it?”

“Why don’t you ask yourself that question? You told me that you would leave after finishing your academic year. And you’re also seeing other women. I may not be seriously involved with anyone, but so aren’t you, which makes us the same.”

“But what if you meet someone who’s abroad?”

“If that happens, I will treat as I do with any other situation that I have. I’m not going to discard it from the beginning. If it hasn’t worked with a local guy, maybe in the distance it will.”

Hey, isn’t that what it means to ‘go the distance’?

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About 20 minutes later the storm was over. The sky remained gray, but the wind went away and the water calmed down. The heat came back, though, making the atmosphere feel as if almost no storm had occurred.

We all walked to the boat, which, thankfully, did not suffer any damage. The afternoon was getting late and the guys wanted to get back before sundown (or any other unexpected weather change). So I grabbed my belongings, thanked them both and told Christian we would be ‘in touch’ as a way to keeping the communication open, and gracefully end the day (in case nothing else happened afterwards).

Yes, it has been a strange day and the first of its kind for me. I didn’t know what to make of it. When night arrived I called Dina to share with her the day’s events.

“So, did you two agree on anything?” asked Dina.

“No, it’s just that with the storm, the moment was not actually right to say something. I only told him that I would ‘stay in touch.’”

“Which means…?”

“I don’t know, that I will call him soon, like in a few days or no later than a week, so that he sees that I still have an interest in him?”

“My advice to you, just do what you feel is right to do. If after the few days or week you lost the interest, just don’t call him. At least you got to see him.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if to call again or not. It was a weird day the way it developed. I can’t really define anything of it.”

“Then maybe you should wait for him to call you. That way you will really know that he still has some interest. I think you are always the one making the effort. How about if, for once, let the other person be the one to follow-up?”

“I know, you’re right. You’re always right.”

“I know,” said Dina in a comical tone. I had to laugh too. Yep, no matter what approach I take with the guys, it always ends in nothing. And maybe it has to do with me always going after the guys.

What would happen if I ignored them for a while? Would it work?



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