Becoming Part of the Family
As I shared my new-found fame with Larry, he said, “Wow, so you’re their Vito Spatafore.”
Admittedly, I don’t actively watch the Sopranos so the reference confused me. “What do you mean?” I inquired.
“He’s the gay mobster.”
“No way,” I shouted. “How cool is that?”
However, with further explanation, I learned that Vito was caught in a leather bar dancing with a man with nipple rings. Ok, that is so not me since the only leather we own is our living room couch. Vito later runs to New Hampshire and hangs out at the traditional cruising joint for my people, the antique shops.
While happy with the unique gay-mobster reference, I was still confused at the comparison. “I’m not like him at all. I’m more slender, I don’t like the construction business and I’m totally not into nipple rings,” I said.
Larry just looked over. “Yeah, but he’s got the hots for this fireman.”
Hmmm… we could be dead on with this one.