Dating in singapore
Dating in singapore
She was someone unsure of what to do and uninterested in the consequences of her actions – she happily toyed with me as her marriage crumbled and now dawdles through life, occasionally contacting me to remind me to be miserable.
Last year I spent Valentine’s night with a married woman, a fact I only discerned just before the event.
I considered becoming shallow as a tactic but realised that my integrity is worth a few more dinners for one.
Besides, I am now emailing a nice girl from Hawaii – she’s been here for eight years.
We dated for a while but decided that friendship was best.
“I like to have friend who no want the sex,” she said. The girl from Shanghai with a voice like Tweetie Pie – four foot something and convinced the world was full of stalkers. The Westerner, tall and pretty – a great French meal and a few failed attempts to follow up. The great Singaporean hope – I took her to the toy museum and she loved it.
One, from Malaysia, really did like me but was worried that I wouldn’t be able to handle her powerful personality. We have remained good pals, although she also married (recently and quickly) – I met the lucky Irish sailor at a dinner we’d arranged to celebrate last month.
It appears that he loves to read (my newspaper proved far more interesting than my conversation), he enjoys being affectionate in public (I managed to pick up a few tips on kissing mid-way through sentences from his helpful demonstrations) and he likes to sample local beverages (any spillages were helpfully mopped up by my handy newspaper). On our first date she intrigued me by waiting on the wrong side of the river to meet and then making a strange, "mooing" sound to indicate surprise at even the tiniest of things.
I’m not quite sure how to take that, but she is kind and good hearted and has remained one of the few people I trust in the dark world of dating. Dinners and relentless emails while I was in England at Christmas but on New Year’s Eve and the days that followed, it became clear that she was bored (an unfortunate, recurring theme in all the Singaporean women I have met) didn’t even want to be friends anymore – even after I took her to see Cinderella!
My Filipino date seemed to be entranced by me (a rather new experience) and we enjoyed the Theatre – Romeo and Juliet at Raffles – and art exhibitions, nice dinners and the cinema.
It’s been nearly three months and she hasn’t dropped me. * Robert Leveson can be contacted on roblechat@* Do you have an expat tale to tell?
After working and studying in London for three and a half years, I returned to Singapore in 1998, aged 25. I had a limited social life back in the UK – my colleagues were attached or married, and my Asian friends had gone home to their respective countries – so I spent many weekends by myself. Online dating was coming into fashion, and I was excited about giving this new avenue a shot.
My success rate is slightly more impressive than Gordon Brown’s attempts at smiling, and just as pretty. Though finding a woman here has been far easier than in the UK, keeping or understanding them has been a whole new ball game.