22F and the dating scene makes me despair.
Me: 22F, active lifestyle, all sorts of hobbies ranging from trading card games to martial arts, lowkey chatterbox, honours year NUS student.
My standards: decent shape, has hobbies and interests he is able to talk about, and is in a position that I’m not likely to be the main breadwinner in the long run. idgaf if he’s a poly grad with a side hustle, another student in my faculty, a fresh grad with fresh grad pay, whatever. Have something going on.
I am very very lucky if I can find someone who even hits 2 of those. Went on so many blind dates. One of the better dates was another TCG nerd who I could talk with all night, but wasn’t physically attractive for me – alamak, what to do, close two eyes also cannot.
Then got the pretty boys who have interests but cannot talk.
Then got those who cannot present themselves well, but can talk… however, it is only about work.
Then finally got the legend that looked 46 years old at 26, insulted the disabled waiters – in one of those ‘manned only by the disabled’ cafés – within 5 minutes of sitting down, insulted me within 20 minutes of that, and blamed immigrants for him (poly dropout with no interest in upskilling, no side hustles, and clearly no ability to remove his foot from his mouth) earning $2k/month. WTAF?
Alamak. Men, take comfort that no matter how bad you think you might be, you’re probably not stupid enough to insult the disabled waiters during a blind date.
I’m sure most SGean men are not like this, but the sheer amount of nonsense I have to filter through makes me want to give up and start looking into adopting a few cats.
I’ll be the crazy cat lady with a bottle of wine and a sick card collection that is singlehandedly paying a game store’s rent, idgaf.