Three Things of Great Importance (including my new deodorant)
Three things: Thing 1) I’m trying a new deodorant. Thing 2) If, while reading this, you find yourself thinking, “That’s nice Kat, but really, I couldn’t…
My Claim to Fame: Indecent Exposure
Every once in a while, when I’m bored and trying not to obsess over my text messages (or lack of lack of text messages, as it…
Delicious Dating
Wow. I’ve got to admit the responses to yesterday’s post completed floored me—what a huge range of experiences in the “I love you” department! In reading…
Your First “I Love you???”
So I’m reading yet another book on online dating, this time “Confessions of an Online Dating Addict: a True Account of Dating and Relating in the…
You Can Stand Under My Umbrella
It’s raining. Not men, mind you, but cats and dogs and I’m standing at the bus stop in Northern Liberties sans umbrella, despite the fact that…
Kissing Frogs in Cyberspace
In my continued efforts to determine just how far this serial dating epidemic has spread (and how I might learn from those who’ve gone before me),…
The Pittsburgh Saga Continues (with a light at the end of the tunnel)
So I’m sitting in the coffee shop at 2nd and Christian, not because I like the coffee shop at 2nd and Christian (too full of babbling…
Dating (is) for the Dogs
I’ve been reading, writing and reviewing my brains out for the past 48 hours (thankfully being a dance critic is way more fun than being a…
The Science of Single: A book review for people who don’t like book reviews
A block from Meze, where we’re meeting, I see him. Forget that he took it upon himself to disprove my height-calculating formula by rounding up not…
An Epidemic of Serial Daters
I was talking to journalist Nick Paumgarten about his recent piece on online dating in the New Yorker when it hit me— okay, I wasn’t actually…
Italy, Crazy Ideas and an Invitation
Before I pick up where we left off yesterday with the contents of Date #7’s email, I need to explain something: I love Italy. I love…
Red Wine + an Unlimited Text Plan + an Eligible Bachelor = Italy, of course!
Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you the following announcement: I am having a heart attack. Like seriously. I mean not…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 