this is me

Battling as I am through extreme fatigue (wish was because of recent debauchery, but suspect I am just getting old), a thumping headache, and the incessant crapulent twitter of nearby colleagues, I shall attempt to make some form of coherent introduction to myself and my rambling.

Hello. I am K. I am a single girl in my late twenties. I live and work in London. I cook, I drink, I photograph, I travel, I shop, but mostly, I meet really quite alarming men. And then I write about them. 

Up until fairly recently, I had spent from the age of 23 in a couple of long term relationships, one of which I ended, the other was ended for me. I realised the other day that I've lived in this city for nearly five years, and have spent most of that time coupled up, in admittedly not-that-great relationships. A great swathe of my twenties was spent essentially wasting my time on men that in the end, weren't worth it. And that made me quite sad, to think of the fun I could have been having. So I shall have it now.

Hence, A Year of Kissing Frogs. Historically, I've actually been quite crap at dating. Some girls I've known seem able to meet men and have fun with them fairly dispassionately, but not me. I freely admit, I overthink things. I get too invested too early. I hope for too much. So, what with the start of a new decade and all, I decided it's time for a different approach. While I'm not on a mission to turn my bedpost into something resembling more notches than actual bedpost, I've decided to just, to use the vernacular, knock about. For the whole of 2010, and possibly beyond, I shall get out there, flirt, laugh, meet men, and see where it takes me. 

And while, in principle, I'm really quite looking forward to it all, there is but one small caveat - I meet some really, really dodgy men. I meet men who waste my time, who have emotional problems, trust issues, misogynist tendencies, delusions, truly stupid hairstyles, and in one memorable case, an earnest desire to actually possess, without a trace of irony, a cowboy hat. 

But hey, should make for some good stories! Let the games begin.