My previous column left my friends complaining that I was making use of their most painful and agonising memories of bad dates in the S.A.D (that's Single, Available and Desperate) S.A.D world of dating in Singapore, although in my opinion, not that it's worth anything, S.A.D should really stand for Sex-deprived and Absolutely Desperate.

I explained that they were performing a greater good, benefiting the future generations of Singaporeans seeking good dates, and at the same time performing the most important function of entertaining the reader and giving them a cheap laugh, while at the same time giving me pay, so they could suffer a little bit more for the sake of the greater good.

Besides, what are true friends for, except to laugh at each other's pain, until it goes away? This month, I would like to share with you one of the most unusual phenomenon happening in Singapore in the 21st century, something unheard of before the end of the 20th century.

The E.S.G

You've all heard of the S.N.A.G, or Sensitive New Age Guy (more like So Not Attractive Guy). You know, those guys that are in touch with their feminine side as well (that didn't sound too right, did it?), considerate, charming, and not afraid to cry.

This was translated into the metrosexual in recent years, the new-age male that has mannies and pedis, and knows that John Varvatos is a designer, not a football player, and that Takashi Murakami works for Louis Vuitton, not Jap porn. But with the em[hasis of men becoming more feminine, there comes a thing as being too sensitive. And that's the metrosexual male which I like to call the E.S.G, or Extremely Sensitive Guy, (in truth more like Effeminate Sissy Guy).

The E.S.G. is the guy that spends money on Botox regularly, and probably has more skincare products than the strange girl dating him has. (Although that kind of explains why the girl will stay with him, for the skincare line he has.) He wears more cleavage that his "girlfriend", carries foundation in his bag, and is often mistaken for the gay man. Except he will insist he is straight.

"I only date women, okayy?" he sas while crossing his legs and sipping his Cosmo with his pinky up while he is holding on to the straw. I'm not bullshitting you (that's pretty obvious, I'm not shitting, neither am I a bull), these people really exist.

A gal pal of mine, who has insisted I absoltely never utter her name in association in this article gave me some fascinating insight in to the life led dating these kind of guys. I'm not sure how she think she can avoid identification, cos I don't think there are many E.S.Gs around singapore, that so many women have dated.

At any rate, he was so in touch with her feminine self that he actually bought her yam essence because she was worried that she might experience breast tenderness due to water retention. I wasn't sure what I should respond to take. In fact, the only good thing was when the joy of tantric sex. Still, it wasn't enough to keep the thing going.

Obviously, the original anectorate wasn't meant to make a point. (I do have a word count, you know). Still there's something that men need to know: you really can be too sensitive at times. Women like men to be masculine sometimes, and while it nice to be thoughtful and sensitive, a woman with a dick doesn't turn them off. Be a man.

Maybe you can be a woman from time to time, but if it's all the same, they might as well turn lesbian and buy strap-ons. You get to control the size of the dick you want too. Because when it comes to dating, what's hidden by clothes are kept hidden, unless you are very sure he has the right size for you, how are you. In that case, what you waiting for??