When a guy asked me when was my last rs and my reply was “none” they just don’t believe me. But that’s the reality of my life.

From young I was guarded fiercely by my lion and lioness parents. Ever once at the age of 12 I tried going on a steady but that lasted only a day coz my mom with her source and Intel managed to caught the boy I went on a steady RS with.

I have no idea what was said to that boy that made him run farrrr awayyyy from me. And so I take it as it’s not the right time to focus on rs, and that’s where I studied hard and 15 yrs later now at my twenties struggling to create a connection especially with guys out there.

It’s so awkward for me coz I don’t know how to find myself a boyfriend. Now, my parents are divorced and they no longer got the energy to filter my friends and all…Just need an advise on how do I embark on the journey out of being a single girl for entire 27 years of my life now….they say the clock is ticking and as I’m getting older I will be less appealing due to my age…help me out please!

Here are what netizens think:

• If those guys asked and do not believe it, they do not carry real heart at all. When your time is near, you will meet your Mr Right. Next time when you telling your story, tell them your parents, and your 1 day steady, that why you have been single at these time.

• Don’t stress it. Let nature take its course. You will find someone or your someone will find you when the time is right

• Just make friends as per usual and make the first move if you like a dude! Guys love it when you take initiative.

How do you deal with a childish petty colleague who blocks phone contact everywhere because of a personal feud? I had already apologised and admitting my part of the fault and what I did wrong, such as messaging too much outside of work hours.

However on his part, he got no humility to admit his own faults on his part, thinking that hes flawless and blameless in the whole issue. He doesnt see where he went wrong, including being delusional in trying to justify his wrong doings of gossiping as being correct.

He intentionally avoids and refuses to resolve the conflict regardless of how many times I tried to bring it up to him and our mentor and now our professor for resolvation.

It affects work because we are working in a lab and everybody has to be contactable when running experiments in case of emergencies. The situation had escalated to our professor’s level but he is too nice and doesnt solve the problem.

The colleague is a mature 26 year old phd student, like seriously. Only primary school kids would play the block unblock I dont friend you kind of game.

Here are what netizens think:

• i wldnt even b bothered. i’ll just do my part of the work.Problem has been raised to your professor. Anything happens, just shift the blame to him for being uncontactable and a non team player.

• This kind study until sot one, don’t have social skills one

My husband doesn’t know how to cook. he also not a fan of the food I cook from my country of origins. Seeing him living off fast food motivated me to learn to cook his family’s common meals. It took me a while to get it done properly but now I can cook an entire list of his favourite meals. he praises my cooking and encourages me to learn more.

While we were eating dinner at his parent’s house. I had to excuse myself to go wash my hands after I was done. I left the table and my husband was still eating. as I was making my way back I heard his dad tell him to take it easy because he was eating a lot. he then asked my husband if I cook for him and if he eats well at home.

My husband said that I do cook for him but the food I make can only be fed to pigs not humans. I was hurt and so offended. I showed up infront of him and told him I will no longer be cooking for him after this comment. He was turning in his seat as I walked right past him, took my purse and said I was headed home. He got back later saying it wasn’t like that and that even if it was then I should be happy he still eats my food when it’s still “not perfect” yet. He said he was trying to protect my feelings and I hurt him when I said I won’t cook anymore.

So I finally crossed paths with my ex at my workplace after 3 years. Since we parted ways I’ve always wondered how I would react to her reappearance again. All I did, quite pathetically, was tapped on her shoulder and uttered a measly “hi”. Even as I walked away, my heart was pounding frantically, as if back to the first time we met after my fateful confession.

She was my first love and every shade the dream girlfriend as a teenager I yearned to have. We were also our class’ model couple, and received heaps of marriage invitations as if everyone expected us to pull it off eventually. We were also inseparable throughout secondary school and JC; she was there through the lowest points in my life, and so was I for hers. But as it turned out, we grew apart and ultimately went our separate ways.

As far as I know, she’s relishing a life of familial bliss now, married and happily raising a son – a future we had once envisioned as a couple. To be honest, I’m just a tad little envious, but mostly happy that she realised her dream. As of me, it has been a rough journey since 3 years ago. The gaping hole that she left behind remains to be filled. There is this girl I met in CCA that caught my attention, but for reasons unbeknownst even to myself I haven’t been able to summon enough courage to even strike up a conversation with her, much less start a new relationship. Once bitten, twice shy, perhaps?

To all budding, first-time couples out there: don’t be afraid to devote your all in a relationship. Even if it doesn’t work out in the end, you would have written a exhilarating chapter in your life – that of first love. There will be countless regrets, and I dare say, they are even inevitable.

But the one thing not matched by subsequent relationships is the naive, innocent and pure romanticisation of love; a signpost you will look back later for guidance as you try to navigate romance in the harsh, real world.

To P, I’m thankful for everything. Really.