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…
A Very Sad Day for Me and Prince William
I’d like to respectfully request a moment of silence this morning. Why? Well obviously I’m in mourning. It’s 4:00am here in the US. I’m still in…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
The End of the Story
As it turns out, nothing has changed between you and me. Even though you pause to hand me the morning paper when we say our goodbyes…
It’s Gettin’ Hot in Here
You ask me to me to meet you for a drink, so I do. You ask me not to write about it, so I don’t. You…
An Entire YEAR of Insanity
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me-eee, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Okay, so it’s not actually my birthday (my birthday isn’t…
Like Clockwork: What Men and Trains Have in Common
There are few things in this world more reliable than the Swiss rail system. I know this because when I was 17, I blitzed from Strasbourg…
Kat Echevarría Richter 