Yes, he talked to me. I am "officially" in love! It's a long story ~ well, maybe not. I had walked out of the bar and walked back in and he must've walked in not 2 seconds earlier and he just had this "presence" about him. He wasn't cocky, didn't seem like he had an ego. He just got a beer and sat down. People were going over to him (not many cause it was really just about 20 of us there) and I just refused. He seems like a very private person but just to be in the same room as him was cool. And, he's not that handsome it's just something about him. I guess it's the mafia sex appeal that makes him attractive. I kept saying I liked him better in his bath robe
Anyway, he came over to the bar and one of our "newbie" cops told him that I wanted to meet him (at this point I was a few feet away from him with my back turned) so I walked over to him and apologized for that and told him I knew he was private, HOWEVER, my name is Stacey. He shook my hand (he has HUGE hands
) and then the "newbie" told him I might have to continue to hold his hand and Jim (yup, my new pal, love of my life, "Jim") said 'What?' so I told him again, "I might have to hold you hand for the rest of the night" and he then proceeded to tell me that "you can do anything you want to"......*sigh* then I proceed to faint. No, I smiled and walked away and a few minutes later he bought a shot for a few people. So I can now say that I had a shot with Tony Soprano but I did not get shot by Tony Soprano.
Sorry this is long. Long story short - he was nice, it was cool and I am in love!
