A good friend of mine is a little on the emotional side. She sends crying face emojis whether she’s happy or sad, and that confuses the you-know-what out of me. She gets emotional over puppies and other typically cute things. But perhaps the biggest trigger she has is when someone brings up the 2017 National Player of the Year, Frank Mason.
She loves him. To the best of my knowledge, she’s never met him, but she absolutely and totally loves him. As a matter of fact, I don’t think it’s in a “I want to marry him” sort of way.