I’m technically single, but due to Facebook’s algorithm, I’m seeing a lot of the person I’m sort of seeing. It’s taking the mystery out of the whole thing.
Due to a theory called ‘assortative mating’, the world of science believes that we only ever date someone of equal attraction.
Well, Tracey and Sean of MAFS fame are no more. Yes, I suppose love is fleeting, especially love authored on television, but don’t go back to the douchebag ex, girl.
Mother’s Day is a grand celebration. However, to those who don’t fit the definition, today can be brutal.
A recent UK study discovered that the vast majority of couples see cleanliness as a deal breaker. It’s true, as I learned this through bitter experience.
Internet dating is a hollow place, and this especially goes for Tinder. However, over in the US, you can pay people to do it on your behalf. But please don’t.
We’re projecting our own disappointment here, but from now on we’re sharing our worst online dating experiences. Anonymously, of course.
The act of love might remain unchanged through the centuries, but has our way that we approach it changed? You tell me, bae.
Sick of using your own brain to bamboozle someone into loving you? Well, one company believes they can find you someone according to your DNA.
This is why we can’t emotionally invest in nice things. With the final MAFS couple splitting, it seems that love will tear us apart. Again.
This Valentine’s Day, the girls in the Finally Famous Book Club give serious consideration to love in its various forms. Hooley Dooley.
Despite its clickbait nature, micro-cheating is a romantic condition that should be discussed. But, instead of rolling our eyes, we should check our boundaries.
We pass many in our life, but if we stop to address the horror instead of recoiling from it, then the lessons we can glean are lasting.
After my marriage fell apart, I fell into the company of those on Oxford Street. In no small way, that community saved me. I was no longer weird, I was somebody.
It’s almost the weekend. Almost. Before you start counting the hours, you should know that love doesn’t exist, Theresa May should have stayed in bed, and jolly old Saint Nick vacays in Turk-ay.
The viral tale about the lovelorn man attempting to win back his ex with an endless piano has split the Internet in twain. Is it abusive behaviour, or romantic? I personally think it’s neither.
Rilo Kiley boldly brings empathetic light to the hopes of the mistress, with the song’s protagonist believing that once the divorce comes to be, they’d both be free in California. Not so much.
The sudden end of my relationship has left me confused. As I’m now romantically unemployed, I’m wondering what I need to change in order to keep my job in the future.
A rare treat this week, as we delve into the vulnerability of David Bowie. It seems that coke sniffing pansexual aliens have feelings too. That’s pretty freaky.
For a movie that literally states that love is all around, the caustic Tinderesque narratives makes me believe that love doesn’t actually enter into it.
‘Heroin Girl’ is a song about exactly that. To the artist who wrote the track, she was his everything; to everyone else, she was just another overdose.
Despite the author being a teenager, ‘Relapse’ is far deeper than the standard diary fare. The visceral feeling of love amputated bleeds off the page.