I couldn't work out what to write. Do I write as Kristie the slag? Amelia the anthropologist or just plain old me? But most importantly did I even want to find out who DKeats really was?

This was strange. Under any other circumstances I might even have been interested, but...

I decided that in order to conduct this strictly anthropological experiment, I was going to need to create a profile that was completely removed from who I really was. Also, I wanted to ensure maximum response so composed a profile that painted Kristie as a no bullshit, easy going kinda...

"You did what?" I said, gawping at newly single GBF (Gay Best Friend) as he recounted his Friday night activities.

We'd finished our tame night of local drinks at a reasonable 1am and he'd waved me off at the corner of my road. However, in the time it took for...

It was the evening of The Date; the social institution whereby two complete strangers sit opposite each other and talk about themselves with the aim of deciding whether or not they are suitable for partnership. When you think about it, dating is such an odd ritual and for me personally,...

It was the day I dread every year and it was approaching fast. I could already predict how it would go. The shitty E-card form my dad, the wall of wishes from Facebook 'friends' ordering me to 'have a great day!', and the inevitable tears which catch up with me...

Out in the jungle of dating there exists a little known species known as the 'disappearing date (AKA 'dead dog')'. Now you see him, now you don't! One day he's there, hanging with your friends, making plans for holidays, mentioning the parents and then... *poof* gone without so...

The start of every relationships offers its fair share of trials and tribulations and it's no secret that the start of my adventure with E had been a rocky one. I've failed to mention that when we'd first got together, I was living with his ex and he was living...

It was a scene the teenage me would have had in a nightmare; my boyfriend sprawled out on the sofa watching football, me frantically juggling crushing garlic in the kitchen behind him simultaneously timing a roasting butternut squash and cleaning tomato juice off the printed recipe page.

Shuffling over, E...

Love. It really is a nice little word that rolls off the tongue, but to a girl dating a guy for a grand total of two months and two weeks it can stick, trapped somewhere between the teeth, stubbornly refusing to come out. You might easily tell him that you...

It's been two years since I packed up the last of my belongings from the flat I shared with my ex. It was surprising how little I had to take, still I left much behind; the horrid plastic Christmas tree and decorations I thought would last forever, the paintings we'd...