A warm and cuddly feeling spread throughout my body as I envisioned myself healing his emotional wounds, nursing him to health (or at least out of his next bender), and helping him get his career back on track, the Russian June Carter to his Latin Johnny Cash.The only problem was, Enrique didn’t call his new girlfriend-slash-guardian-angel the next day, or the day after, or the day after that.It turned out that Enrique was both beauty brains: he came from a good family, had gone to an Ivy League, loved Russian literature and was well-versed in politics and current events.To my surprised, he seemed a bit sad and caught up in his past, repeatedly reminiscing his glory band days and bringing up his long-term ex, who had dumped him for reasons unknown. I used to be the muse to socialite Latin musicians and run around pantless on Mulberry street, asking random men to jump-start my car. On one balmy late summer night I met a smoking hot Enrique Iglesias lookalike. I used to hang out at The Beatrice Inn until the same wee hours that I now wake up for the Equinox Met Con3 class. It was 2008 and I was in the senior year of my dubious college career, which basically involved interning at Style Caster and spending every other night at The Beatrice, ogling Kirsten Dunst and the Olsens as they diminished in size and ascended in coolness.I got excited and headed to the city to meet him, looking like Mary Kate Olsen (or, to borrow from Trainwreck, looking like Mary Kate Olsen I drove. Three hours later, it was clear that there was no way I would be driving back home, and so I agreed to finally check out Enrique’s Chinatown “loft”, an artistic pigsty where he resided with a promoter roommate. Yup, after months of not as much as going near his apartment, I slept with him on the very night that he played me a ballad designated for his ex and cried me a drug-fueled river.
For years his concerts included a reliable set piece built around his ballad “Hero,” in which he’d select a woman from the audience to serenade; often the bit would end with the singer kissing the woman on the mouth.
He was also constantly surrounded by very beautiful models and socialites, the kind of people who’s mere existence gives me inadequacy anxiety.
So what exactly did he see in little ol’ nobody me?!
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But on Thursday, the enigmatic couple broke their social media silence when Anna posted a photo of herself, Enrique and her younger brother Alan.
Last week Billboard’s Hot 100 was topped for the fourth time by “Despacito,” the smash hit by Puerto Rico’s Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee featuring Justin Bieber. 1 on that chart since “Macarena” got there more than 20 years ago.“Despacito’s” success, of course, is especially remarkable because it comes just as a wave of anti-immigrant sentiment rolls through the United States, which coincides with President Trump’s effort to build a wall along the Mexican border.