Justin Myers / The Guyliner

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Did Saturdays even exist before the Blind date column? Not as far as I’m concerned.

The Guyliner looks into why ghosting, far from a symptom of modern lethargy, is actually often the kindest form of cruelty

In times of need, some reach for a bar of chocolate or take up residence at the bottom of a large vodka tonic. But the beauty-conscious are increasingly turning to face-shaped bits of fabric soaked in “serum” – or, as they are commonly known, sheet masks.

There are few things lonelier than sitting on a plane by yourself, gazing out at the beautiful, messed-up world beneath, with only metal, avionics, and the luggage that will get lost en route to baggage reclaim separating you.

Thanks to social media, phones and just plain old human recklessness, The Guyliner investigates the smaller ways we might not be being faithful to our partners.

It’s strange how evocative a term can be, can’t it? As your mind palace attempted to come to grips with the words “dad” and “bod” becoming adjacent, did you feel comforted or a creeping dread?

Moving in together might feel like the biggest of achievements, but making sure you don't throttle each other once you've done it is the real mark of a couple.

They say the definition of madness is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result every time, but if there’s one way we seem to be only too happy to repeat previous mistakes, it’s in relationships.

If there’s one thing I can tell you about with great authority, as a gay man who took his sweet time coming out, it’s having crushes on men who – for the most part – were blissfully unaware of it.

Is there something heroic about being a friend’s first contact when they need a sympathetic ear?

So you’ve found The One: the holy grail, according to romcoms, self-help books and passive aggressive hints from your parents that you’ve been single too long. Congratulations!

We all love a big night out with our close coterie, but isn’t there something to be said about having a break from the pack?

Sobering and potentially devastating news for any outwardly heterosexual man, or guy living happily with his wife or girlfriend, who is keen on sorting his recycling: you’re gay. Yep, ’fraid so. (SATIRE.)