Hindi ko type si Mario Lopez!
My friend says, "If a guy likes you and you're not sure you like them, what's that deciding factor that will make you go for it?"
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Well, for me, if he's rich," he says.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want money to be an issue."
"Oh I know that. I once dated a guy who complained about the P50 spaghetti bolognese at Pancake House. Of course, this was back in 1988. Geez, I feel bad for him now. He was so broke..." I reminisced.
"So what's the deciding factor for you?"
"Oh, for me, if he can dance."
"Why?"
"I dunno. I just like a guy who can dance."
And that's why my boys are going to take hiphop lessons this summer.
I don't want them to be the cute tisoy boys who nerd out at the party.
A guy who can dress and dance well spells pogi points for me.
But it all depends on the moves. With all due respect to Gary V, I don't like his moves.
Or look at this Mario Lopez dance. Barf me out the door.
What the hell is that music? Oh, the horror.
Hindi ko kaya.
(And that's why an exotic island girl dancing Running Man in El Nido in 2006 is a turn-off for some, haha.
But that post belongs to Jessica.)











