I should of known better! --IOH2M*

After a mediocre night out in the 617, we tap it off with a trip to NEWS. I wave at my friend Jaime, which escorts us inside the establishment. Once the hostess shows my girls and I our table I take a quick glance outside. I noticed a local sitting idle in his 2 door civic. Shortly after our waitress come to take our orders of steak tips and fries and spinach dip (the best). Our meals arrived, we stuffed our face meanwhile trying to convince Jaime to sell us some cocktails, which of course he acts like that doesn't happens there (after 1am). We pay our bill say our rounds of hi's and smile to the hater and proceed to exit the establishment. As we step outside I noticed the same local still sitting idle in his 2 door civic, by this point I should of known better! The following week as my girls and I stubbornly proceed with what is considered the night life (in Boston) I spot the local that sat idle for almost 2 hours outside of NEWS the previous week. The local proceeds to approach me, we exchange our hi's and how you beens...then he advances with "When are you going to let me take you out to dinner?", I contemplate for a sec and exchange math with the local. As the week developed, the local persistently texted me inquiring about dinner. Finally, on Thursday I agreed to enjoy a free meal, I accepted the invite and locked in the time of my pick up. I don't eat much for lunch, I want to have an appetite for this long awaited dinner. Once the local arrives at my previous address to pick me up, I come outside and open my own door and sit on the cloth material seats. I say "hi, how are you?", he replies "I'm good and you? You still hungry?", O hell no! Did this fool just ask me if I'm still hungry after I almost starved myself that day to have an appetite, and not only that, after harassing me for almost a week for dinner! I keep my cool and reply, "I thought we were going to dinner!", which he then replies with "yeah, but is kinda late, want to just go to Kings and grab an appetizer?", I say "yeah, why not!" I know they have good Quesadillas and Calamaris ;-). We arrived , after driving around in circles in the Copley vicinity looking for Parking, he parked by Newbury St. Once parked, he reaches to the back sit, in my mind I thought he was reaching for the club for his steering wheel (it is a civic). But no he's reaching for 2 bottles of beers. (WTF!!!!) We exit the vehicle and he shoves the two beer bottle in his jeans pocket, and then follows to wipe down his car. Finally we are in Kings, finally FOOD! we sit at the bar and he forgets to ask for the food menu, I remembered! I ordered a quesadilla. He asks the waitress for 2 coronas, (I guess 1 for me, and 1 for him) but sorry I don't do beers. I ordered my signature drink, Grand Marnier with pineapple juice. I made sure I ate my quesadilla not offer any to him and ordered 2 more drinks and asked to be taken home. I guess that the moral of the story is, if he can't afford to get inside NEWS --he cant afford to take me out to dinner!



*It only happens 2 me