A man walks out of the elevator, into the lobby of the apartment building where Sofia Vergara lives. Tall, handsome, relaxed, dressed in workout clothes.
All-American guy. I'm just walking in, about to buzz up. Turns out it's her boyfriend, Nick. He's a very friendly guy, Nick, and he stops to chat. The more you talk to Nick, the more you like him. A smile spreads across Nick's face. He's no fool. He waves goodbye and is out the front door in two seconds flat. This is not a magazine story. This is a public-service announcement.
Roughly thirteen million people watch Sofia Vergara on Modern Family every week playing Gloria, the gorgeous, caring, opinionated, loud, and much-younger wife of Jay, played by Ed O'Neill. It's the best show on TV. You figure a lot of the men watching Sofia are single. Many have fallen in love with her β her Colombian curves, her perfect comedic timing, her accent. Unfortunately for them, they will never be with Sofia Vergara. Somehow, Sofia is nearly forty years old.
She has a twenty-year-old son, and she has all-American Nick. So it figures that at least some of these single men in love with the Sofia Vergara they see on television will go looking for their own Sofia. And some of them just may find her, in another Latina. They may even marry that other Latina. It's not a stretch to say that children, perhaps many children, will come into this world because so many American men are falling in love with Sofia Vergara.
And so when I enter her apartment, I have a purpose. We greet with a kiss on each cheek, as if we'd met in Colombia. Then she leads me to a couch. It's a white couch β a Latin couch. Large, elegant, and comfortable. A family could inhabit this couch, could lean all the way back and laugh.
