Mario is that you?

While Bianca cleans up from running through the mud, Winter will continue with yet another story of searching for her frog prince…..

One day at work Winter received an email from two new PFGs (Potential Fairy Godmothers), telling her they had a fresh prince prospect; and this one came with a picture and a hot bod! Winter was pleased to hear the PFGs had done some of their homework and were gushing over the prospect’s pic with unanimous seals of approvals.

Winter ripped into the email as soon as it came through, opened the attachment, and was pleasantly surprised to find a shirtless hunk of man meat standing in the ocean smiling back at her. OMG this guy looked like Mario Lopez in his early 30’s (minus the “Slater” mullet and hyper-color muscle tee).

A smile stretched across Winter’s face…Good body – check! Athletic build – check! Cute smile – check! Score! So he had the looks, but did he have game? Although only one of the PFGs had met Mario in a tipsy stupor, she had developed quite the crush on him. But was she just seeing him through beer goggled glasses? No, no…the proof was in the picture….and this picture had a 6 pack with great dimples.

Additionally, one of Mr. Lopez’s friends had advised the PFGs that Mario and Winter had a lot in common with running and enjoying being active.

The PFGs and Winter decided that Mario Lopez definitely deserved a chance- and it was arranged that Winter would meet her potential prince at bar LOM for cocktails.
Upon arrival, Winter ordered a round for herself and the 2 PFGs (who were there as emergency back-ups).

“Winter, I think he’s here, in the corner, OMG, I think that’s him” said the PFG unsure.

“Well what’s the verdict? Does he look like his picture? Are you sure its Mario?” questioned Winter.

“Uhhh…I think so” the other PFG screeched, “It’s him and he’s coming this way!”
Winter felt her stomach drop and her face flush, as she took a deep breath, planted a smile on her face and spun around to meet Mario Lopez….

Well Mario was taller than she anticipated, but he was also 10 years older, 20 pounds lighter, and very straight laced.

As Winter started talking with Mario Lopez, the PFGs look on while they feverishly sucked down their cocktails. This guy was not letting Winter come up for air, and the introductions were more like an interrogation or a military intimidation tactic.

“How fast do you run a mile? What is the furthest you have run? Where do you run? How many times do you work out a week? How often do you drink?... I’m not a drinker. What do you do?

AGGGGGGGGGGH as the questions piled on, he finally took a break, backed off, and headed over to his friend…the PFGs took the opportunity to run over.

“Do you need to be saved? It looks painful.” The PFGs sighed.

“All I can say is, he is NO Mario Lopez, he is more like Mario Lopez’s DAD! I’d rather have the teen-age A.C. Slater than deal with this guy!”

At that moment it was decided that Winter needed an escape route. A hand signal was determined, and another round was ordered. Winter slowly started creeping away from the game of 20 questions and flashed the hand signal that it was time to exit. As a group, the PFGs and Winter approached Mario Lopez, said good bye, and walked out the door without looking back.

Lesson for the day….when obtaining potential prince pictures, ask them to hold a newspaper with today’s date or at least time stamp that sucker. As Winter learned, pictures do lie and judging this book by its cover was no help. Mario Lopez was just another frog in this princess’s story tale.

6-Pack or Tall Boy,

Bianca and Winter