2 Stories about

STORY 1 : My younger sister is a huge fan of a Spanish actor. Sometimes it gets crazy: she would join internet auctions to

buy his hair or the napkin he used. To be closer to him, she studied hard to attend a Spanish university in his city. She learned Spanish and now speaks,

it well. She got into that university and rented a place near his neighborhood. My mom rolls her eyes, but I’m very happy for her. Yes, she is obsessed with this actor, but this motivation helped her change her life.

She’s been living in Spain for a few years now, still a fan, and her new boyfriend is okay with it. I’m proud of her.

 

STORY2 : I’m the girl who passed a man’s “money test.” A guy asked me to a,

cafe. I ordered food that I could afford. At the end, the guy suggested we split the bill 50/50, and I said,

no problem. We split the bill, and the next day I got a big bouquet and a note saying I was the first woman in his life who didn’t make a fuss about splitting the bill and didn’t leave.

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