Wah bro, let me tell you this story ah. Recently I started dating this girl, name Cheryl. I met her on Coffee Meets Bagel, she quite chio lah – long hair, always post IG stories at atas cafes, wear branded bag like she own Orchard Road like that.
So first date, I wear my usual – Giordano tee, jeans from OG, and my trusty Bata shoes. Comfortable mah, why must pretend? But I tell you, the moment she see me at the MRT exit, her face like kena bird shit – damn sian. She smile, but her eyes scan me up and down like I’m some pasar malam uncle.
During dinner, she keep hinting things like, “Oh, I like guys who dress with taste,” and “Men who wear Zara or Hugo Boss have more presence.” Wah lau eh, I just nod and smile, but inside I feel like kena stabbed by invisible knife. Still, I tahan, maybe she just high-maintenance.
But here’s the twist, bro.
Few weeks later, we go to her house for the first time. She stay at one old HDB block at Bedok – not the renovated kind ah, the lift still stop every floor kind. I enter her flat, super basic. Her room got no aircon, just one fan blowing like struggling for life. I saw her wallet on the table, inside got a payslip sticking out. I kaypoh la, I peek. $2,900. Receptionist at one dental clinic.
Wah piang. All this while act high class, judge me for not wearing designer, but she herself earning like that? Suddenly everything make sense – the branded bags? Confirm fake. The fancy café photos? Go there order one drink share with friend just to take picture. I don’t judge la, I also not rich, not bragging or what I make few times more than her. But I don’t suka suka look down on people.
That night, I talk to her nicely. I say, “Eh Cheryl, next time don’t judge people by brand. Heart more important, not logo.” She keep quiet, then say sorry.
After that… we drifted apart lah. Different mindset. But I tell you, now I trust my Bata shoes more than girls who pretend. At least the shoes loyal.