Date Night

Me and Leanne went out last Saturday night. I think things went pretty well. I had called her during the week to make a plan for Friday night but she said she wasn’t sure. I could hear a lot of yelling in the background and she yelled at somebody to shut the fuck up and something about Phil coming around. I hope that’s not going to be a problem. I’m no pussy but I don’t need a lot of extra drama in my life. I get enough of that from my ex (Sherri-Ann) and Ma. So she called me back and said that her mom could watch the baby, Caitlin, Saturday night but not Friday because she was going to Foxwoods to play blackjack with her boyfriend. I thought if we went out Friday I could make it to Sull’s for X-Box but I guess I can do that anytime. Gots to make time for the ladies!

So, I had to choose a place to take her. On Thursday night I was out with the Crew at South Side (Da Crew, baby! In da Hizzouse!) and they had some ideas. Sull said a movie always works pretty well but then Sully was like everybody does that. Why not take her to a classy place for dinner? Dunnie mentioned a fun date like mini-golf, which can work pretty well. Mikey D. said a a scary movie sets a good mood, which I can see. CP (Chris Peterson) said a walk along the beach sets a good tone. Malph was like, “Why don’t you take her to O’Lindy’s and do bowling?” What a retard. That would be great if we were in the 8th grade. O’Lindy’s sucks. Good old Malph, always chimin’ in.

The dinner idea I liked. Not some place I always go with my boyz or my mom like the Olympia Diner. Some place kinda different. Now, I’m no snob but some times I enjoy the finer things in life. Sometimes me and the family go up to Ipswich on the North Shore there. It’s a bit out of my comfort zone, the North Shore, and the boyz give me some shit about it but you gotta stretch your wings sometimes. Plus they got some wicked awesome arcades at Hampton Beach.

Also, I love my boyz and I am always down for Da Crew (Da Crew, baby! Don’t get it twisted!). But, being out with a new lady, I don’t want them around right away. They’ll give me some shit and it will all be in fun but sometimes it can go a bit too far. Sully, Big Sul and Dunnie are always cool. They might come over and be like, “Hey, where’s ya Sox hat? Oh yeah. Ya lost it two years ago comin’ home from Fenway!” I mean, that’s all cool. They know how to act. One time though, when I brought this girl to Pat Flanagan’s and Dickie Broons is all drunk and he’s like, “Hey, take it easy Matty! You don’t wanna get another DUI!” Right in front the girl. (Turns out she had a DUI too, plus an assault charge.) I like to avoid douches like Dickie and Malph when I’m wooing a lady.

So, I hit on a great idea: Bertucci’s. That is a classy place, bro. They serve wine and entrees and shit like that. They got those fancy casserole dishes and all that. Plus, the restaurant just looks nice. It’s not too loud but the bar area has some flat screen TVs so you can watch a game or whatever. Whatever the lady wants.

I picked her up at her mom’s place, an apartment at Springfield Gardens off Route 3A, right by the Dunkie’s. I had to go around to the back entrance because the cops were raiding an apartment. There’s always some drug bust or domestic violence shit going down there. Dunnie and his cousin Ritchie T. used to have an apartment there so I been there a buncha times. Two of their neighbors were busted for selling out of the apartment on the floor right below them. Dunnie’s lucky cuz he was selling weed outta his spot (he had the fuckin’ bomb Sega system, bro) but he’s pretty smart with that shit, keepin’ it low profile and just selling to friends. Except for the time he got pulled over for a DUI stop and and had half a Z on the front seat next to him. All that shit got worked out though. Public Defenda baby!

She asked me to call her when I got there, so I did and she came out. She yelled something back into the apartment and then slammed the door. She looked good: tight, white jeans, nice sweater and green Crocs. I had on dark jeans, that nice Ecko long sleeve I got for Christmas, and the gold necklace that Sherri-Ann got me for my birthday last year. I got her one that says: SHERRI. Leanne had one on that says: LEANNE. As soon as she got in the car she started in on her asshole baby’s daddy.

She was like, “So, Con Ed calls my ma and tells her that the fuckin’ bill from like three months ago wasn’t paid and that they are sending her information to a collection agency if it doesn’t get paid so she’s wicked pissed because, you know, it was for the apartment that me and Phil were sharing so he shoulda paid it. But he didn’t and just moved out so now my ma’s on the hook for it. It’s like $180 and then she’s talkin’ about all the other money I owe her an shit.”

I know that deal. One thing leads to another. I told her, you know, family can be tough. A walk of a thousand miles starts with one foot step. I told her that. I think it helped.

She was like, “Yeah, with me it’s all about my kid. I gotta be a good mom. You know, like a role model an shit. I was watchin’ Dr. Phil and he was like it’s all about dedication an loyalty.”

“Totally.” I said. I liked that she was watching some quality shows and not just sitting around watching crap TV.

She said, “Yeah, it’s just that her dad is such an asshole an my mom is always on me about shit…”

Her phone beeped and she was like, “It’s Phil, texting me.” I could tell it was a problem because she rolled her eyes. “He’s like, “Where are you? Your ma said you went out. Where?”” She was reading this out loud to me.

I told her, “Just ignore it. Fuck that guy.”

She was like, “This is what I texted him: Eenie, meenie, miney mo; that is something you don’t need to know!”

That’s the shit.

Leanne has a lot of good qualities. She asked if she could smoke in my car before she lit up, so she’s considerate. When she sent back her pasta at Bertucci’s she was pretty nice about it. She did say to me, “Did you see the look on that bitch’s face?” I’m pretty sure the waitress heard her but she did have kind of a look on her face. She did notice that they had put just Bicardi and not Bicardi Limon in her rum and Coke. She’s got refined tastes. And she texted her mom and her friend Cheryl a lot so I know she likes to stay in touch with people which shows loyalty. She took a selfie of us and put it right on Facebook. Definately a sign of things to come.

She has plans for the future too, which is really important. She’s gonna enroll in cosmetology school when she gets the money together. By the looks of her make-up she’ll be really good at it. You can tell when someone has a knack for something. She has all these selfies on Facebook and Instagram with all these shots of herself in the mirror. She showed them to me on her phone. And she and Cheryl have this cool video they did dancing to a Beyonce song. I told her I thought it was really good.

She was like, “I know, right? Like, I could be a professional.”

She and Cheryl are trying to put their modeling and dancing stuff on You Tube because that’s how Justin Beiber got his start and look what happened.

So, I think the date went pretty well. We been texting this whole week and we’re probably gonna meet up at South Side this Thursday. She can meet my boyz. It’s good though cuz she knows Dunnie and Brockie (Mike Dale. He lived in our town til the 8th grade and then moved to Brockton after his parents got divorced and his mom went on Section 8 housing. He lives in Randolph now but we still call him Brockie. He’s cool as shit, kid.) So she knows those guys so it should be cool.

When I dropped her off I got a little kiss and a bit of a grab, nothin’ major. She’s not a slut. And she’s got her kid to think about, being a role model and all. The only downside was that the asshole Phil texts her during the week. I told Big Sull and the Smazz about it. (Doug Sisminski: He’ll smazz you the fuck out, kid!). They were like, you know, they have a kid together so they gotta stay in touch but if the douche becomes a problem they’ll rock his shit. That’s loyalty, kid. That’s what Da Crew is all about.

The only other thing is that Leanne told me that she needs like $60 for the phone bill or they’ll shut it off. Now, I’m not lookin’ to get played like a Pooh-Butt but she needs the phone to be on for her kid and old buddy Phil ain’t comin’ up with shit. So, I said no problem. Happy to help. The thing is though, I don’t want that dick textin’ her on a phone I’m payin’ for. Fuck that shit.

I ain’t the one.

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