I would say truth hurts, yes you are right that we as taller guys get all the good things in life.

Me (189 cm tall, bespectacled with a not so handsome face) myself has done my own set of social experiment as well. First, I will go to those atas area such as Orchard road in a super slip shod shirt cum slippers attire. I will flex the typical cool guy look and some magic usually happens later.

Certain girls who are with the so called shorter guys, defined as absolute short or only slightly taller than their partners, will steal some glances at me and do the flirty wink. This is a sense of achievement because their male partner despite being decked out in smart attire, still pales in comparison to my casual outfit.

This is quality proof that ladies are still attracted to our alpha kind. We dont even need to make an effort to dress up nicely. Lagi best is when the couple starts verbally fighting when the boyfriend notices it. Achievement unlocked!

Another thing is I didnt even make an effort to date. Girls will come to me automatically and start up some casual chat and fyi they are not insurance agents. Most are from well to do families but still prefer chasing me. They become the option now.

Finally by making that kind of post, you are really asking for it. Looking at the comment sections of your post, most of the normal people will not sympathize with you and feel that you deserve it. You need to deal with it being short.

End of the day, we are the winners.

Here are what netizens think:

• Very self confident lad. Carry on count winks at Orchard road. Jiejie give you thumbs up although I still prefer a pretty face to look at. Chui face when young will just look more chui when older and I don’t think I can overcome that.

• I feel that you think too much. Maybe you look like a walking tree that sticks up and who won’t look at a protruding tree that sticks up from nowhere?

• I’m pretty sure the girls will run as soon as you open your mouth

• Bro, you must be schizophrenic cos you seeing things that are not real.

• Men, please remind your brothers to eat their medicine, otherwise there will be many siaolang in Orchard road being a menace to society.

The lottery winning took place back in August 2014. My husband and I were married in October 2014. It wasn’t a fortune, but enough to make a difference. The winnings were around $500,000. Most people would be over the moon, but I panicked. I didn’t want our life to turn upside down because we had extra money now.

I was still legally single at the time, and so I was able to accept it anonymously without the need to tell anyone else. So I didn’t. Tell anyone else. Not a single soul. Not my husband, my parents, siblings, best friends, etc. Only the state and federal governments.

(My husband has a tendency to spend on things we don’t need and that aren’t going to benefit us in the long run so I didn’t want our money to blown quickly on stupid stuff like cars and clothes.)

I opened a new bank account with a separate bank and put the cheque in. Got started with a financial advisor, who guided me into investing in local businesses and real estate. And that’s that. It’s been sitting there since just growing.

Flash forward to today. I’m doing dishes getting ready to start making dinner, and my phone rings. I can’t get to it but figure I’ll call them back. Then I get a text. No big deal. I’ll get to it in a minute….but my husband came into the kitchen and glanced at my phone to let me know who text me and called me (which he always does if my hands are full).

He called and text me to let me know my account just hit $1 million after one of the energy companies I invested in soared recently.

My husband is stunned. Has no clue what to even say, staring at me until he says “we have a million dollars??” I was so flushed that finally just sat him down and explained the situation. He’s clearly mad at me for never telling him. Asks if my family knows, and I tell him that no one knows except the financial advisor.

It took him a few hours to finally be able to really talk to me.. at the end of the silence he told me he’s proud of me for investing in our future but he needs a few days to clear his head because he feels like I hid a huge part of “myself” from him.

We might just need to take a vacation now.

Back then I believed in true love but I started to see the comfort of another woman, they have boyfriends to chauffeur them around and I’m taking bus and MRT with my boyfriend.

Soon I got a bf with a car, but it was an old broken piece of junk he calls it a “car”. It was so noisy and the aircon was never cold. I ended it with him because I did not feel comfortable. I needed some more atas car to fit me.

So, I’m a gold digger. But not the way you’re thinking about it, I’m a pro. I check the newspapers for financial transactions, then “bump into” someone who’s just made a lot of money and ask them out, that’s how I met my current husband, but he was a player for most of his life so he genuinely thought i was into him (or so i thought at the time).

he implied that he was exhausted from the drama and just wanted a homely girl to be the mother of his children, so i played the part and kept up the charade as we were dating, and then as we got engaged, then married.

Unlike a lot of professional gold diggers, my final goal wasn’t some doormat workaholic husband who will fund a lifestyle of luxury for me as he toiled endlessly while I swiped his credit cards all day. I just wanted to live an upper middle-class lifestyle as a stay at home mom, i genuinely wanted kids, and wanted to be the best mom i could.

But slowly i found myself falling in love with my husband. I lived a pretty brutal life and developed somewhat sociopathic tendencies as a result like being able to use people without feeling guilty and not caring about people, but one day as i woke up next to him and thought about how i would be really broken if he died, or left me somehow i realized my feelings for him were genuine, i felt bad about manipulating him, and after a few weeks i gathered up the courage and told him everything, how I’m a gold digger who wanted him for his money, and how i played a part the whole time so he would marry me, but to my surprise he just laughed it off and went on with what he was doing

He told me he knew all along, and how he was already cynical about relationships and “understood” that whoever he married wouldn’t be 100 percent genuine and that’s just “something you have to deal with” I’m partly relieved that he’s not gonna divorce me, but I’m also bummed out, it’s totally reasonable to not trust me because of what i did, but it’s a bit too much to not trust anyone. Is there any way i can show him that I’m genuinely into him now, and invested in the relationship?

A netizen shared a story about how she got into an argument with her boyfriend because he “finished” on her face when they slept together.

Here is the story:

“Got into an argument with my bf after he came on my face when we slept together – he never did that before so it caught me by surprise.

I felt disgusted and degraded by the act – not to mention his proclamation “Take my holy water!” – but he called me a prude and said all guys do it.

He even claimed that many girls see it as a “badge of honour” on their faces, and showed me thousands of Google images of girls doing it.

I was utterly shocked tbh.

Is that a Western thing, or do yall let your bf/husband disrespect you like this too?”

Editor’s note: I’m sorry but I lost it at “take my holy water”… LOL!

An expat shared about the animosity directed at them by locals before boasting of a monthly income of about $20k to $25k.

However, he then went on to describe the salary as mid-level, which drew the ire of netizens who called him out.

Here is what the expat had to say:

“Disclaimer: This post is not targeted at causing any racial tension or calling out either Singaporeans or Expats.

A little about me: I am an expat living in Singapore for just over 4 years in my early 30’s with my spouse and young child (also expats).

Both of us work in Tech at relatively mid-level jobs bringing in about 20-25k total a month.

We believe we live fairly modest lives, came from very average families and very average education.

Context: Of late, it feels like there is a lot of disdain and hate targeted at expats.

While these feelings have always been there and we have faced them, it’s never been as open and blatant as it is currently is.

Question: Do Singaporeans really feel threatened by expats that they will take your jobs, or are more preferred in the workforce?”

Editor’s note: $20k to $25k mid-level? What are you working as? Iron-Man?