Wednesday, August 4, 2010
In Their Own Words - Pete
Hi, my name is Pete DiCampo. I'm a cop for the town of Bristol, Rhode Island. I've been on the force almost seven years and I love it. It's a great job and I love my hometown.
I'm single now, was married to Nancy for a couple years but things fell apart when she wanted kids and I didn't. Well, right then anyway. I had just joined the police force and was working these crazy shifts. It didn't seem the right way to raise a family. So we split. It was amicable.
On my days off I go see my mother and her husband and my grandmother in Connecticut. I play softball in a league on Thursday nights with other cops from surrounding communities. I like to fish for blues when they run off the coast in the fall. I jog every morning between 4:30 and 5.
That's how I met Genna. Well, let me rephrase that, that's how I re-met Genna. I went to school with her at St. Mary the Martyr. In fifth grade I tried to steal her history homework and she kind of hated me after that. I was on the baseball team with her cousin Robby and although we all sort of hung out, she wasn't really ever friendly to me.
Anyway, I jog every morning (when I'm not working nights) and Genna's uncle Sal owns a diner over on Franklin Street. I stop in to grab a coffee for my walk-down home. I've been doing this for a few years now and Sal and I have gotten pretty close.
I was on duty one morning and around 8:00 we get a call into the station there's a burglery in progress on Charles Street. I happen to know it's Sal's house so I take the call. Fortuna, his wife is scared there's a perp in the house upstairs but as I'm talking to her, there's a girl leaning over the second floor porch. I ask her to come down with some I.D. and I find out it's Genna. God, I haven't seen her in ten years. Well, come to find out, Fortuna's having these memory problems, looks like it's verging on Alzheimer's. I call Sal, he comes home and we straighten the whole mess out. (Fortuna's doing fine by the way.)
So, I'm sitting in my cruiser, filling out the paperwork and Genna comes out to thank me. God, she's so pretty. She hasn't changed one bit since we graduated. She thanks me for being so kind to Fortuna, (hell, I was just doing my job,) and I don't know what came over me, I asked her if she wanted to meet me at Billy's Beach Bar on the night of the 4th of July. It was always the place to be in year's past, kind of like New Year's Eve but without the shitty weather. Anyway, she said yes.
The next day, I go to grab my coffee from Sal at the diner and Genna is there. She's going to be working the diner while Sal takes Fortuna to the doctor for her tests, and then over the weekend while the other cook is away on vacation. Of course, I go for my coffee the next morning. Sal isn't there, so we go outside, have a little chat and then I kiss her. I can't help it. She's just so damn sweet. And she kissed me back. I ask her out for that night. She, unbelievably, says yes.
We go to the Clam Shack down on the Wharf and have dinner and conversation. I'm sitting there, listening to her talk and I'm dumbstruck. I can't think, I can't speak, I can't move. I fell in love with her. Right then and there. BLAM! Not falling, not think I'm falling, I fell. Hard, in love. We go down to the beach at Colt Park and walk in the water, romantic right? I mean, don't get me wrong, I can be as suave as the next guy but with her I'm just stupid. I fumble for a kiss, I trip her and she practically falls in the water. I can't get my head on straight. I can't get my moves to groove, if you know what I mean. She's tired, been up since 3:30 and has to do it again the next day, so I take her home. I give her a kiss goodnight but forget to ask her out again. Mache cazzo! How stupid can I be?
So there it is. I'm in love with Genna. Three short conversations, one not half bad date, and I want this girl to spend the rest of her life with me. Is that crazy or what? I mean, it's blowing my mind but I can't help it. She's just perfect, well, except for the fact she smokes, but that can be overlooked. For now. I don't have a clue how she feels about me, I guess she likes me, but I don't want to scare her off. I mean, this is crazy, right?
She's beautiful sure, but she's got this quality, deep down inside her, a goodness, a love for her family, that you don't really find anymore. She takes care of them in such a way, without pretense, without bullshit, just that love, man, that steady sense of quiet committment, it's a head rush. I know that whoever she loves, whoever she marries, that she'll put them first above all else. That man will be the luckiest guy in the world. And I want it to be me.
So, I've got a question for you -- Do you think I should tell Genna how I really feel? That I want to marry her. Or do you think I sound like a stalker? Never mind, I sound like a stalker.
Oh, and check this, she's leaving for this great new job back in Delaware at the end of next week so I only have, like a week and a half, to hopefully, make her fall in love with me back. What am I going to do? I don't think sending her flowers is going to cut it. Do men even do that anymore?