We hear you, lonely folks: it’s tough being a single man or woman living in the Lion City. We list down 11 reasons – trust us, we could write more but no one wants to read a long bitter essay – on why it sucks to be alone in Singapore.
One-for-one spa packages. Buy one, get one free lunch deals. Two-to-go travel bargains. Unless your best friend is as single as you are, none of these discounts are of any use to you.
Okay, who asked for this? That’s right, no one. And loveseats are the best seats in the house too. But being the committed lone ranger that you are, you go ahead and buy it anyway. Joke’s on you though – now you’ve paid twice the amount of a regular ticket and there’s an empty seat next to you for that extra large popcorn. At least it's something warm to hold on to.
Good for you if you’re rolling deep in dough to buy a condo or rent an apartment. But chances are you’re not and you’ll be living in your parents’ flat until you’re old enough to move out. And by that, we mean only at the ripe old age of 35.
You’re having fun in the club and dancing the night away until you turn around to realise everyone’s grinding on everyone else. Not that you actually want that. But emotions wash over you and you’re alone in the middle of the dancefloor with no hand to hold. Insert sad face with a single tear emoji here.
When all you wanted is a single set meal for yourself but you’re forced to buy another one because of the minimum order policy. But hey, at least tomorrow's dinner is sorted.
After a long night, you make your treacherous journey home alone. And to add to that misery, you’re faced with a $42 cab fare because all the 4OFF and TAKE5 vouchers are fully redeemed.
In desperate times, you swipe right on everyone but get matched with someone who ends up being a Tinder nightmare whose favourite pickup lines include, “your mother is an ugly pig”. Real smooth.
Tried and tested by our fellow colleague – no one approaches you when you’re with somebody. But the second you’re walking solo, be prepared to be swarmed by insurance agents, talent scouts and mall survey conductors.
And the typical reply: “Auntie, I don’t even have a boyfriend/girlfriend.”
Because apparently, it’s a completely crazy concept to enter a restaurant or bar and request for a table just for yourself. But who cares about the scrutiny and the bewildered look on the waiter's face. Treat. Yo. Self.
And yet you’ve impressed no one. #Lol. At least you're not alone in being alone.
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