Chapter 5: The Medic

"Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option."
- Nina Potts-Jefferies

It was a Saturday morning, six o'clock in the morning, and the sunrise was filtering through the coconuts, paint the interior of Mommy's car in warm red and orange hues. I had managed not to fall asleep on this ride and was fortunate to be up, listening to a particular radio station when this quote was said.

I stared at the ocean, dark and glinting with specks of morning sun and my mind ran on Medic, and why it took me so long to realise that I was never his priority, just an option.

I need to stop chasing man-ho's. Full stop. Especially if they don't fit my shallow physical tastes. Thus, all future objects of distractions must be at least 6'0'' and taller because I like them cute and tall.

Yeah, Medic was about 5'6'' (definitely shorter than me at 5'10'' barefooted, and worse, i like my heels atleast 3 inches high). But I disregarded this because I used to have this shame for being shallow about guys and their height, especially since I'm tall for a woman. Height is a physical feature that is almost impossible to change without painful surgery. Medic was sexy, even though he was short. Plus, he had a masculine powerful something in his aura and I like power. So we talked and made plans.

Unfortunately, once a man-ho, always a man-ho...

I'm an only child. Only children are notorious for not sharing because, usually, we don't have to share. I'm not completely spoilt, and I don't think I'm unreasonable. I understand that I spend 8 months in a different country to him, and that he's quite attractive, and has many female friends; just as I am quite attractive and have many male friends. I would be out of place to insist that he broke off all contact with non-family member females to be with me. However, if WE are trying to start a relationship, then I don't expect that you invited me meet you at a club when not only are you going with another girl (who is NOT a family member but a potential), but you are picking her up from home AND I need to find my own way there.

The other part that hurt: The medic worked 2 week shifts: so every other two weeks he would be on shore, and have the time to do what he wish. So it would be reasonable to assume, since we're making plans, that he would make the effort to come see me atleast twice a week, maybe more. I saw him neither frequently, nor regularly, nor sporadically, nor enough times to be considered once a week in the 10 weeks I have been here. Maybe he did not have enough time, what with his partying, and liming, and driving, and going to the beach, to visit, or so his facebook status and photos say.

Oh well. I'm a big girl, and I'm leaving in a little more than a week. Plus, if this semester goes as planned (and I get that traffic stopping dress I was drooling over and a matching pair of hardwear for my feet to wear in Las Vegas in November), I won't even remember him as I'm sipping overpriced cocktails that some friendly sexy tall gentleman caller purchased for me while at Pure/Tao/The Palms.

But, full details to be given at Zinc to the rest of the C-I-T's, probably over the dark smooth strength of a Guinness. A Guinness has never failed me yet.