The Godfather

You might recall my run-in with a member of “the family” when I dated a mob inforcer turned law student last year. Wearing my hat of anonymousness (because who wants to talk to the work-bound zombies on my train in the morning?) I was forced to laugh, as I secretly spied the former mobie on the train this morning. Let’s just say he was standing next to me the whole ride and I almost didn't recognize him, as has become a lot less John Gotti and a lot more Anthony “Fat Tony” Salerno, if you catch my drift (that's what you get when you try to secretly date me and your ex at same time, punk).

Guess I am not destined to be a mafia princess, that is unless I can snag Carmine.