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True story: "I jogged 2 hours and ate only guavas to bag my man"

Is being thick-skinned the new route to success? This woman bought a one-way ticket to Singapore to be with her man

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To woo her boyfriend (now husband), 41-year old illustrator Anne* ate guavas and jogged for two hours every day to lose 15kg, baked cookies, wrote love notes, and made him mixed CDs for a month, and made a snap decision to migrate to Singapore. 

"I'm from Hong Kong but moved to Canada for art school when I was 18. I lived in an apartment with four housemates, one of whom would become my future husband. It was instant attraction for me. Unfortunately, he wasn't interested because I was fat! (I was a size L then). I was undeterred. I always knew I'd have to work extra hard to find love.

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So I started jogging for two hours every day and ate only guavas for lunch and dinner. I lost 13kg within six months. Looking back, it was bad for my health, but I was young and foolish. 

I also skipped class just to bump into him at the door and walk with him to the train station. One day, I mustered the courage to grab his hand. To my surprise, he did not pull away. However, he also locked hiself in his room for the next few days! He told me he needed time as he had just got out of an eight-year relationship. I said I'd wait.

Every day for the next month, I left mixed CDs, handmade cookies and handwritten messages at his door. He eventually came around, and we started dating. My trick was persistence!


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After completing our studies, he returned to Singapore, and I, to Hong Kong. I couldn't stand being away from him, so after two months, I brought a one-way plane ticket to Singapore. Only my mum knew. I left so suddenly that even my dad didn't realise I'd gone - he was so mad he didn't speak to me for six months!

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I moved in with my boyfriend, with no job, and no clue. I hadn't realised his home was the smallest I'd ever seen - and that I'd end up sharing the two-bedroom HDB flat with his parents and two cats for three years! When my mother flew over, she was shocked by our cramped living space and cried for an entire day. 

Looking back, it was such a risk. But I suppose it was because I was a daring 23-year-old.

After 18 years of marriage, we have our ups and downs, but he'll sweetly say how it sometimes feels as though we just met. I'm glad that when I fell in love, I loved fiercely. If I hadn't made the first move, who knows who would've snapped him up first?" 

*Name has been changed. 

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This story was originally published in the November 2016 issue of Her World magazine.