It was Friday and Furio was going crazy. He was pretending to look at Playboy, but in actuality he wasn't even seeing the pictures. Tony had talked to Jen for him on Wednesday. He had been trying to play it cool by not calling her the second Tony gave him her number. He didn't get it. Usually this would have been easy for him. No, usually he wouldn't have cared about how it looked and he would have called whenever he felt like it. He could call now, or he could wait until... "Furio." He jumped and looked up at Tony. Paulie squinted at him. "What the fuck is this? You're here for how long and I don't see nothin' phase you at all, you meet some broad and you're jumpin' every time someone says your name and talkin' to ya is like talkin' to a wall!" "Yo, Paulie, all due respect", Chris had looked up, "Jen ain't just 'some broad'." Silvio shrugged and nodded. "No sheet!" Everyone turned back to Furio. "I never have this problem before! I see her everywhere! I can no stop thinking about her! Is enough to make me crazy! Even the Playboy is no help! I am almost ashame to say, but I don't even want the whores!" Paulie whistled and shook his head. "My friend, you have got it bad." "You even call her yet?" "Tony, I don't know when! Do I call now? What do I say? I never even have to think about it before!". "Look man", Chris put a hand on Furio's shoulder. "Just call. She said it was cool. Ask if you can take her out tomorrow. I don't know, say you want to go sightseeing in the afternoon and ask to take her out for dinner and to a club in the evening." "This is good. Thank you, Christopher." Furio went to the bar to use the phone.
Silvio slapped his forehead. "My bar is turning into a fucking sewing circle."