Skating and Dating

Here’s a tip: if you’re rather touchy about your ice skating skills (or lack thereof in my case), do not agree to hit the rink with a man who just happens to coach ice hockey in his spare time.  It’s not often that my dates leave me feeling completely discombobulated without the benefit of alcohol. …

A Precipitous Predicament

I’m going to blame the snow.  On account of Philadelphia’s first real snow storm, I got a little stir crazy on Sunday night.  And because my most recent foray into the world of online dating has endowed me with half a dozen eHarmony pen pals (each more intriguing than the last) I was also feeling…

My Third Date with PSM#1

For Christmas I received, amongst other things, the Bath and Body Works 2010 V.I.P. Bag.  It contained (also amongst other things) a bottle of Twilight Woods Men’s Shower Gel.  “Great!” I thought.  “The next time I have a man over to spend the night, I can present him with his very own bottle of Twilight…

Christmas Day at Casa Richter

About halfway into our appetizers at Ikko Hibachi Restaurant on Christmas Day, my grandmother asks, “So Katrina, do you have any special men in your life?”  Because it’s Christmas, I decide to spare her the truth; she nearly had a heart attack three Easters ago when I informed her I was dating a Jew. The…

Christmas Eve at Casa Richter

“Five bucks,” my brother says.  “Final offer.  Take it or leave it.” “Leave it,” I reply.  It’s Christmas Eve at the Richter house and my brother and I are engaged in our usual holiday ironing negotiations.  Every Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas he paws through his closet to come up with some sort of an outfit…

An Unexpected Development

He called just to talk.  I repeat: he called JUST to TALK!  After a mere two dates!  I was on my way home from work last night when my phone launched into a rather unexpected epileptic fit and nearly hurled itself from the center console of my Zipcar.  (Yes, I’m a Zipster.  Yes, I love…

PSM1 Times 2!

Something wonderful has happened.  I awoke Sunday morning with a splitting headache—and not just a my-sinus-infection-has-turned-into-a-proper-cold-headache (thanks to having spent every waking moment this past week amongst my snot-nosed, Tchaikovsky humming preschoolers)—but a bone fide hangover. “Hallelujah!” I shouted. Actually, it was something more along the lines of “What the f*ck possessed me to drink…

T-24 Hours

Hold onto your hats folks: in just 24 hours I will be back on the horse, or the wagon or whatever word normal people use to describe yet another round of adventures in serial dating.  As previously noted, I’m going the eHarmony route this time, and what a circuitous route it’s been! One of my…