My Valentine’s weekend was a close second to a Vegas experience, minus the excessive walking and casinos. I realized this was my first time going out in 2015 and it was so fun and memorable. Especially the fact that I got to meet my crush Mario and even though I had no expectations, there were some things that I found interesting.
For one, he was the host of the night at this popular club in uptown and I don’t know much about what a host is supposed to do, but according to my friends his hosting was an epic fail. The host’s duties are typically getting on the mic and thank everyone for coming, which I guess makes sense but I am not a regular at the club scene anymore. Once I turned 30, I only went to the clubs once in a blue moon; still true to this day.
Besides all that, I had a not so great impression of him when I first walked up to the area he was at. I waved at him and he looked at me and didn’t wave back. I didn’t let it bother me, I thought it was funny and brushed it off. Finally got a chance to take a pic with him when they allowed us and I told him that I bought his calendar and he said thank you so much. We posed for the pic and after he held my hands and said to stick around. Oh my Gah! He has the softest hands everrr.
After an hour or so of dancing, I felt gutsy enough to just go to his VIP area and I told him I’m Puerto Rican (since he’s half). His demeanor changed and he got excited and told this guy to fetch me a drink from their VIP section. He was pointing at me while talking to the guy telling him I’m Rican and I felt his finger on my boob. Oh goodness! So once I had my drink, I started chatting with him asking him questions because that’s what people do right?
Maybe that wasn’t a good move because I sensed he was more interested in talking to this German chick who looked Hispanic so I got the hint, I took one final pic and left with my girls.
Mario was a really sweet guy from my interaction with him. I can’t help to think though that he was more focused on what this event could do for him, instead of focusing on his fans. His caption all over Instagram said to spend Valentine’s Day with him, but it felt more like he was putting up this wall most of the time and was standoffish to everyone. Unless you’re like me and would just walk up to him then that was another story.
I couldn’t help but sense there was a sadness in his eyes and there were somethings he told me that I won’t say on here because it may be private and not blog worthy, but it made me think that that’s probably the reason he’s the way he is. Again, not taking anything he didn’t do personal, but at the same time could it have gone any better than it did. I still walked away happy that I met him and most likely talked with him more than any other person in that club combined. Once I went up and told him I’m also Puerto Rican, he was welcoming and said to hang out because I’m like family.