Malia Obama was all smiles during a sunny lunch date in Los Angeles, and her companion definitely caught attention. The 26-year-old was seen leaving a restaurant with Greek journalist and photographer Achilleas Ambatzidis.
Malia, the oldest daughter of Barack and Michelle Obama, was happily chatting with Achilleas, who looks a lot like Hollywood actor Penn Badgley from Gossip Girl, thanks to his beard and dark, floppy hair.
It’s unclear what the relationship between them is, but since moving to LA and starting her career in film, Malia has made a lot of new connections.
She graduated from Harvard University and then turned her attention to working in the entertainment industry.
Achilleas also lives in Los Angeles, but his Instagram shows that he often visits his home country
He co-created Chuck Magazine, which is sold in both Los Angeles and New York.
Malia was previously linked to music producer Dawit Eklund, and before that, she dated her Harvard classmate Rory Farquharson.
Her mom, Michelle Obama, has talked about Malia and her sister’s dating lives during an interview on Good Morning America.
“They’re doing great,” Michelle said at the time. “I’m proud of them. They grew up under a really tough spotlight for eight years and turned out to be good, kind, and normal young women who want to make a difference in the world. Plus, they are best friends. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
She also understands that Malia and her sister Sasha want to enjoy dating and have fun with it.
“I think it’s great,” Michelle said. “I want them to figure out what they want and who they are in a relationship, and that means dating different people.”
When asked how Barack feels about them having boyfriends, she admitted he’s “handling it well,” and added: “They were 24 and 21 at the time. They went to prom, had high school experiences, and lived life. He’s learned how to be a protective dad without going overboard.”
They’re proud of both of their daughters and the future they’re building, especially since they’ve stayed away from politics.
At a big fundraiser for President Joe Biden in Los Angeles, someone asked the former President if his daughters would follow his path. Here’s what he said:
“That’s a question I don’t even need to answer because Michelle made sure early on to tell them that going into politics is a crazy idea. It’s never going to happen.”
Entitled Landlord Raised Our Rent by $650 – We Had Enough and Taught Him a Costly Lesson
When our landlord hiked our rent by $650, it was the last straw. Living in a rundown apartment with a broken fridge and constant harassment pushed us to the edge. Determined to get revenge, we concocted a clever plan to make him regret his greed and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
Dennis here. Let me tell you about the time my wife, Amber, and I dealt with the landlord from hell while saving for our dream house. It’s been a rollercoaster, but we learned a lot along the way
So, picture this: Amber and I moved into this tiny, run-down apartment a little over a year ago.
We were pinching pennies, trying to save up for a place of our own. The apartment was our stepping stone. Small, but we made it work. Amber decorated the place with some second-hand finds and DIY projects. I swear, she can make anything look good.
The trouble started right from the get-go.
We met our landlord, Mr. Williams, during the lease signing. Now, this guy looked like he had stepped right out of a 1980s corporate villain movie. Slicked-back hair, smug smile, and a suit that screamed “I have power, and I love it.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Williams,” Amber said, ever the polite one.
“Likewise,” he replied, barely looking up from the paperwork. “Let’s get this done quickly. I have other matters to attend to.”
We went through the motions, signing here and there. And then, like an idiot, I mentioned my income.
Amber and I brainstormed over a couple of beers one night, sketching out ideas on a napkin. We needed something that would hit Mr. Williams where it hurt but couldn’t be traced back to us.
Then it hit us—smells. Horrible, pervasive, can’t-get-rid-of-them smells.
“Alright,” I said, leaning back with a grin. “We need tuna, rotten eggs, milk, and dead mice.”
Amber chuckled. “This is going to be epic.”
We removed the tuna, cleaned out the rotten eggs, scrubbed the milk stains, and disposed of the dead mice. The smell finally began to dissipate.
“Good riddance,” Amber said, wiping her hands. “I hope he learned his lesson.”
And there you have it. The story of how we turned the tables on our greedy landlord and got the justice we deserved. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, remember: a little creativity and a lot of determination can go a long way!
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