I really cannot take it anymore with some of these SG girls. The entitlement is honestly next level, sky-high, completely out of this world.
Nowadays you swipe Tinder or Bumble, every single profile write the same thing: “Swipe right if you can take me on cafe dates,” “Must be at least 1.8m,” “Looking for someone who can drive.” Hello? Wake up your idea please! You demand this, demand that, expect the guy to plan everything, pay for everything, and entertain you like a circus clown. But when I look at you, what do you actually bring to the table? Absolutely zero. Whole package is BOH (nothing).
Let’s talk about the basics first. You want a guy with a 5-figure salary, but your own earning power? Just a basic entry-level job, or worse, you just want to be an “influencer” waiting for free sponsorships. If a guy asks to go AA or just eat at a decent hawker center for the first few dates to see if we vibe, immediately your face turn black, then you go tell your group chat the guy is “cheapskate.” You expect to be treated like a high-maintenance princess, but your bank account and ambition cannot even match a peasant.
Then we look at the physical. Want a guy who looks like a K-pop star or some corporate gym bro. But your own figure? No offense, but you don’t even step into the gym. Keep saying “love me for my personality,” but your personality is as dry as overcooked chicken breast.
Okay, never mind, maybe you are traditional? Can cook, can take care of the house? Lagile cannot. Ask you to cook, you only know how to boil water and order GrabFood. If we marry next time and get a BTO, you probably expect the guy to pay 80% of the downpayment and hiring a maid is a non-negotiable requirement because your manicure cannot get ruined.
It is always take, take, take but never give. Relationships are supposed to be a partnership, two people working hard together to build a life in this expensive-as-hell country. If you want a high-value man, you must first be a high-value woman. Don’t sit there with your arms crossed, offering nothing but your presence, and expect the world to be handed to you on a silver platter.
Honestly, I’m so done. Better off staying single, grinding my career, and going to the gym. At least my dumbbells don’t complain when I don’t bring them to a Michelin-star restaurant. End of rant.