Last night I happened to watch a program on TV. It was about a fraud, who pretended to be a TV director and deceived students. He told them that they could become talents or actresses, took them to the broadcasting station, and cheated them out of their money. He made them get money from students' loan. A female student, who believed in him, followed him anywhere, to TBS, to the hospital, where she was deceived into having urine analysis, and he told a lie that she was affected by a certain disease and took her around various hot springs. Thanks to those who were suspicious, the fraud was arrested at last.
But yesterday one student called TBS and asked them about the program, because she saw the headline on the papers and was afraid that the student might have been herself because of her own recent experience like this. That is to say, the same kind of fraud still walks around now.
This story reminds me of an experience in my college days. One autumn afternoon, a middle-aged man called me to in the passage to the Umeda station. He gave his name as so and so, a director of a certain TV station or so, I don't remember. He asked me to go to a coffee shop and to talk with him. At that time I was rather tall in my age, slimmer than now, and with straight long hair. On that day I wore a dark red one-piece dress. Mini skirts were in mode, so my one-piece was also very short and my shoes were red.
Try to imagine my appearance. Awful! I'm sure that I must have looked like a foolish girl, and easy to be deceived. Then I felt very uneasy and worried. And I refused his offer and hurried home. When I think about that later, I wonder if he was a fraud or really a director. My sons don't believe my story, and says you were cheated, or you were almost sold off to the terrible place.
But anyway, to my relief, nobody will call to me now!