Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Mary and Frederik met at the Olympics in Sydney 2000

Sounds lovely and proper, doesn't it? A young, attractive couple of vastly different backgrounds, meet at the Olympics, that feast of nations and sport, what could be more ready-for-film than that?

Well, except that the meeting was a lot trashier than Mary Donaldson would like to admit.

That's Mary around the time of the meeting. Greasy hair, lilac bra straps and a tight top. Isn't she classy?

Anyway, according to Mary's then-friend Beatrice Tarnawski, Mary was planning to go to a friend's goodbye party, but upon hearing from Beatrice that there would be prince$ at the Slip Inn, she decided to ditch the friend and go with Bea instead. Before going inside, the girls excitedly chatted about their prospects with the royals inside and agreed that whoever landed a prince would invite the others to the wedding.

Still think this is classy and lovely?

Let's read on, shall we?

Inside the Slip Inn, Mary caught Frederik's eye and the girls flirtatiously decided to have a contest as to which chests were better, hairy or not. So there you have Beatrice and Mary sticking their hands down Frederik and Nikolaos of Greece's shirts to ascertain as to whose chest was better.

Apparently, this worked, as Mary and Frederik exchanged phone numbers and he called her the next day. However, to this day you will not hear Mary say that this is how they met. Because doesn't "we met at the Sydney Olympics" sound a lot better than "I was determined to land a rich boy and stuck my hand down a royal's chest because I was that desperate!" ???

And Beatrice? She was never heard from again. She was not invited to the wedding even though Frederik later thanked her for introducing him to Mary, because by that point Beatrice had blabbed to the papers on how the romance had really started and Mary considered her a liability.

All I know is, Mary is one shitty friend.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

It’s so refreshing to hear a candid take on what happened.

I for one am sick of people in power manipulating the truth to suit their own agenda just because they have the resources to do so. Add to that the frenzied spin the media churns out in an effort to find a “newsworthy” angle and it’s hard to establish fact from fiction.

Consider Beatrice Tarnawski’s perspective. From what I understand Beatrice hosted the event in question and personally introduced Mary to Frederik, so in my opinion that gives her some rights to discuss her role in the meeting. Furthermore, Beatrice intimately knew about the relationship from its inception right through to October 2001 when the Danish media zeroed in on Mary, but never said a word.

Beatrice DIDN’T “blab”. She could have come forward much earlier but chose not to. Why? Perhaps she respected their privacy. From what I understand she only chose to share her story with the media to correct the false stories that the Danish Royals & the media were putting out there. (Note: HRH Crown Prince Fredrik falsely told the media that he was not the only Crown Prince there that night, when in fact he was. HRH Crown Prince Felipe did not arrive in Sydney till the following week. Official IOC communications document this fact.)

Furthermore Mary’s parents “blabbed” about the relationship to a Danish journalist a month before Beatrice gave her recount of the night. Apparently the journo turned up at the Donaldson residence with a bottle of red wine, so of course they couldn’t help but proudly toast & boast their daughter’s lucky catch.

As for Beatrice, well I suspect she knows much more than she’s telling and would rather carry on with her life. There are plenty of people in the world willing to kiss royal derrières, so it’s nice to know that occasionally someone will have the balls to tell the truth, whether the royals like it or not. How refreshing!

aryan said...

I remember reading that our girl Meary was banging some professional Australian soccer player at the time she met the Crown Prince. And, being the smart little Gold Digger that she is, she quickly realized dear Freddy must have a much bigger bank account than her soccer lay (and royal title, to boot), so she cut loose the soccer guy to concentrate on the 'big fish' she needed to reel in. And, I love how Beatrice rats Dear Meary out as the whore she is by disclosing the fact that Freddy boy spent the night at Meary's flat the very first night they met! Priceless!