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They even have mosquito spray on hand to ensure that you are not eaten before you eat. A few nice meals, trips to the movies, some shopping and ice cream, we’ve all been there. They often stop dead right in the middle of something and change direction, rather inconvenient when you are behind or alongside them.I would entertain, pay and generally be the archetypal gentleman, and I loved every minute of it. They also appear to have different ideas about what "dating" means.
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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.
But I realised that things weren’t right and we had little in common, so that soon ended in tears.
My next two dead-ends became my friends, which is nice.
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.
On my birthday last year, I decided that the girl I liked from work had to be told, so we began what seemed a very successful partnership with some coffee and cake.
She was, admittedly, out of my league but she seemed to like something about me.“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.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!That wouldn’t have been such a problem if her personality had compensated for it. I took her to a hotel restaurant – The Swissotel by Clarke Quay has a quaint poolside place that makes its own brand of crisps as well as rather nice food.She stared at me in horror as the word "hotel" headed through her ears."Dates" are just meetings when people do things together, perhaps as acquaintances. It all turned out nicely for her though, as she met someone in Bali soon after and decided she wanted to marry him after three days. My next date (or whatever you want to call it) was a disaster.