Four Things One Should NOT Do Whilst Single

1) Listen to Train.  Marry Me is going to make me run myself off the road one of these days.  (You should probably stop letting me borrow your car, Mom.) 2) Watch three back-to-back episodes of Wedded to Perfection, followed by Whose Wedding is it Anyway? and finally an entire season of Say ‘Yes’ to…

Man, Type Three: The Surrealist

When you look at a painting by Salvador Dali where he’s got a pocket watch melted over a tree branch or a lion jumping out of a fish jumping out of a pomegranate, you’ve got to just shake your head and wonder “What the hell happened there?  Did I miss something?” This is exactly how…

Let the “Man”thropology Continue: The Pre-Raphaelite Lover

Getting back to the notion of “type” (and those pesky Impressionists in particular) I should confess that I’ve been mulling over my “observations” of the male species for a while now.   I kept thinking “Nah, types are boring.  They’re too personal.  Too subjective.  And no one’s going to want to read about the miserable men…

The Craziest Girl on Match.com

Alright folks: here it is.  My new profile.  The one that’s gonna send all the boys… well, to be honest, it will probably send them running in the opposite direction but life’s a gamble, especially when you’re gambling for a GREAT DATE to top all other GREAT DATES on Match.com. And so, without further ado:…

Why I Hate Men (It’s not what you think)

First things first: Happy Easter Monday (Easter Monday, in case you don’t know, is an internationally-recognized holiday whereby you run to your nearest convenience store at 6:00am and load up on half-priced Easter candy). Next, I’ve re-written all of my online dating profiles for my 50th Date Challenge (and yes, I’ll be posting my new…

Easter (and the Eucharist) at The Olive Garden

I was afraid I wouldn’t have anything to write about today—what with having the spent the past week in the middle of nowhere and all—but then I remembered that today is Easter and in the Richter household, Easter means Easter-eve dinner at The Olive Garden- con Los Abuelos. For those of you who remember my…

Date Me, New and Improved

After a week in the Middle of Nowhere (Hooper’s Island, MD), I’m finally returning to civilization.  As I mentioned on Monday, my next date will be my fiftieth.  The way I see it, my big Five-Oh ought to be monumental because I’m tired of these lame Center City rendezvous in which I’m left to pay…