Just in time for Valentine’s, we’ve rounded up the funniest, sweetest and strangest dating stories from the team...
Can you smell it? Love is in the air! Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and while you may be busy planning something romantic for your boo (or soon-to-be partner), here at Honeycombers, we’ve decided to let you into our love lives. So we’re sharing our true life dating stories that are funny, sweet and downright awkward. Grab a bag of popcorn, ‘cause this is gonna be one helluva ride.
The (romantic) hike
My husband was probably a Boy Scout in his past life. He’s the type of guy to have a spreadsheet for everything, including quality time with his family (true story). A few months after we started dating, I surprised him with a hiking trip up a volcano. I broke the news a few hours before the actual trip which, of course, made him panic. He bought us hiking shoes to prepare us for the four-hour trek, which was really sweet. But when we got there, I found out that the trek was actually seven hours long and food wouldn’t be included. Of course, I didn’t bring any food. We were tired and hungry but we had an amazing time!
Coffee, croissant and chatter
I went on a breakfast date with a match from a dating app (no points for guessing which one!). We met at a cute little cafe and as a foodie, I’d already looked up the menu online so that I wouldn’t be distracted, ‘cause decision-making isn’t one of my best traits. Personally, I thought the date was going really well as I was giving him a short backstory about myself, starting from my childhood. But halfway through my spiel, I realised that he’d ignored his a phone call and by the time I started talking about my work life as a millennial, he had ignored three. Was this a red flag? Did he have commitment issues? Was he really single? “I am not much of a talker in the morning,” he explained. Assuming it was a dig at my incessant chatter, I apologised for talking too much. Well… turns out that he was referring to the phone calls. Safe to say, the best part of the date was the croissant and the coffee.
When your body decides to troll you…
My date and I decided to have dinner before heading to the cinema. He ordered a massive plate of biryani but I, on the other hand, decided to be a dainty lady so I ordered a sad thosai. “Are you sure that’s enough?” he asked. I said yes but immediately regretted my decision. After dinner, we still had an hour or so before the movie. He even asked if I wanted popcorn, and again, I declined. Things were going fine during the movie until my stomach decided to troll me by letting out a loud growl… during a quiet scene. No one spoke a word about it until he dropped me off at my place. “Don’t tell your friends that I starved you during our date please.” *goes to hide in a corner*
A five-minute love story
This was a five-minute romance that did not make it to the first date. His first text to me was: “Do you live in Bedok? “No,” I replied. First of all, that was an odd first question to ask, and secondly, why Bedok of all places? Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great heartland but none of my pictures or bio description mentioned anything about it. He then replied, “’cause my heart goes Bedok Bedok when I see your pictures.” That was the nail in the coffin – R.I.P.
The language barrier
It was a typical club night. There was a guy going all out dancing on the platform next to his buddy. We locked eyes, he chatted me up, and later treated me to a fine meal at McD’s. He then proceeded to call me every evening to chat for hours, which would’ve been fine, except he spoke in rapid-fire Mandarin and my grasp of the language is limited to small talk like, “Oh hey, the weather’s great today”. So, not wanting to reveal my embarrassing lack of understanding, I went along with the one-sided conversation and laughed at what I assumed were appropriate moments. (There were many.) Three weeks in, he probably thought he was the funniest person ever to roam the earth. On our first proper date, I finally confessed that I actually had no idea what he’d been saying all along. Fast forward eight years, and we’re now married. There’s never a dull day!
A love insurance
We’d been chatting for about three weeks and everything was fine and dandy. He checked all the boxes: Good morning texts, timely replies and even phone calls that lasted for hours. I know, right – smooth-flowing phone convos in this day and age? I thought I hit the jackpot with him. On our first date, he picked me up on a Saturday evening and we headed to a quaint Italian spot. When we got there, he brought along his suitcase and my first thought was that I was going to receive a gift. Am I lucky or what? But before we could even settle in, he started talking about how his friend got into a terrible car accident and was plagued with exorbitant hospital bills. Not really a conversation starter I would go with, but okay, at least the pasta I ordered would make up for it. By the end of that story, he opened his suitcase and out came a stack of insurance brochures. I was not expecting that! I suppose I may be single but at least I have a dedicated insurance agent.
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