When posting carefully curated images online, people have been known to go one step further, and actually post a picture of someone else. Whilst this may seem ludicrous, I would think there are scenarios in which this can appear to be a rational, even desirable, action.

My date has just got back from New York. I know this because he mentions it every five sentences. The shimmering neon is still visible in his starstruck eyes, and has blinded him to the fact that my own glazed over some time ago. My eye wandering over his shoulder to someone standing in the distance. That someone looks familiar. Hotly familiar.

Your relationship has ended. You suffer through all that comes along with a breakup--the tears, the eating your feelings. Then perhaps you've accepted a date invitation with that cute guy from the gym. And just like clockwork, as if they can smell the scent of you getting over them, your ex asks if you can meet for coffee.

I have always had trouble constructing dating profiles. I have engaged in online dating for several years now but have never quite been able to nail the content.

Online dating is like a takeaway menu for the chronically obese ( and I don't mean to offend with that statement because there is most probably an online dating site for the 'chronically obese'). What I mean is that the choice and possibilities are endless. You could have Asian on a Monday, 'Suited & Booted' on a Tuesday, Naughty Nurses on a Wednesday and 'Big and Buxom' by Thursday.

Whilst my business is in the dating game, I appreciate that first dates can still be nerve-wracking: What to wear, what to say, when to say it, how to sit, who'll pay etc. The list is long and can be overbearing for many.

An ad for a dating website that appeared on Facebook with a picture of a woman in a school uniform has been banned for potentially encouraging groomin...

Whatever the reason, sometimes we say yes when we should be raising the drawbridge in an emphatic no. Johnny, 28, is such a no. But his square jaw and icy blue eyes draw me in, and he pets my vanity like I'm a cat drunk on all the milk in the world...

If you want the best results from your online dating experience, you've got to forget the clichés and not be afraid to stand out in a digital crowd!

The wine bar across the road is not one I have frequented during the day, at night it's loud, expensive and trendy, not my scene at all but I'm not here to review the bars and pubs of Essex. I'm here to study the growing number of cougars in Essex.

One of the many things they forget to tell you when you try online dating is that you have to pick a 'name' for yourself - a handle for your profile. Yes, not only do you have to fret about whether your pictures make you look pretty or the quality of your babbling blurb, you also have the added trauma of coming up with a profile name.

There are still some romantic buzzkills out there just waiting to spoil your fun, break your heart and drink all the milk in your fridge.

1. "So having weighed up all the evidence and considering the fact that I was quite drunk at the time and I didn't technically put it all the way in, do you think my ex was right to say that it was cheating?" 2. "What do you think of the coalition government?" 3. "I have been on soooo many dates this week..."

Breaking up is hard to do. I know; I've done it. Relationships can be a long, languorous drive around winding country roads. The break-up is the huge tractor or speeding idiot who appears from nowhere, slicing through your cosy hatchback of coupledom.

In a marriage or a long term relationship it is not always as easy to just up and leave a relationship, there are usually other factors that mean you stay in the relationship and end up overlooking the fact you are missing out on the romance of Valentine's day.

Mr Popular Who is he? He's got oodles of friends and everybody knows his name. Going out with him is like being with a lesser celebrity, but without cameras following you round. Why you think you want him: Congratulations, you're a localised Kardashian!

I thrive on flirtation on dates; it's the plutonium I need to get me to the end of the night. From him, however, there is none. Usually I'd put this down to nervousness or shyness, but that's not the case here. He exudes a kind of bland confidence; he's not brash or assertive, just, well, a bit boring.

Commuting is a dull, necessary evil only a few of us can avoid. Usually, I work from home, the full journey from bed to office via bathroom taking around 90 seconds. But, on landing myself a new contract in a suburb of London, I am to rejoin the rat race I'd so fondly missed.

Going for dinner is a perfectly pleasant experience most of the time, but food on a first date is an absolute no-no for me, even if I'm feeling supremely confident about my table manners.

Punctuality is the politeness of kings, my grandmother always used to say, and while I'm not particularly regal, I do believe the least you can do on a date is get there on time. 'Fashionably late' is a flawed, dangerous concept. One man's height of style is another's fashion faux-pas. You mustn't leave anything to chance.

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?