Hiking, The Wedding Date and My Mother, the Fortune Teller
The good news is I’m still alive. The bad news is I still can’t drive stick. It’s a long story (involving a rather fortuitous snafu with…
T-Minus 4 Days… If I Live to Tell
Today is Monday, which means I’ll be seeing the Wedding Date in just four days if I don’t kill myself this afternoon. It’s not that I’m…
Have Coffee, Will Conference
Later this month, because I’m every bit at schizophrenic in my approach to professional development as I am in my approach to men, I’m taking some…
Are Serial Daters Just a Bunch of Emotional Polygamists?
I thought I’d heard it all—you try dating thirty men within the course of a year and blogging about it!—but emotional polygamy? That’s a new one.…
The One Night Stand
According to Kate Bollick, the Mosuo people of southwest China never get married. One night stands are perfectly acceptable, brothers assume paternal responsibility for their sisters’…
The Grass. Its Greener. On the Other Side.
When I’m not busy worrying about my career, my love life and my abject inability to put my laundry away in a timely fashion, I like…
All the Single Ladies (and the science to back it up?)
So I’m on the phone with my new author friend, Tamara Duricka Johnson, (‘cause I’m cool like that) and she (being rather cool herself) asks, “Have…
The Rest of the Story with Date #7
It’s been exactly one week since Date #7 walked me to my car, wrapped his arms around me and told me—for the umpteenth time—that I was…
Finally: Our First Dance
The good thing about finding yourself at a wedding reception with muddy feet, wet clothes and a date who doesn’t particularly care for your well being…
A Case of the Dropsies (Part 1)
It’s 7:00pm, Saturday night. I’ve survived the rehearsal dinner, the ceremony, the cocktail hour and the requisite introductions to Date #7’s relatives, including the uncle who…
Mistaken Identity at the Cocktail Hour
A word of advice to all the men out there: if you’re going to date one woman while you’re quasi-dating another, and you choose to invite…
The (art of avoiding the) Heart of the Matter
So there I am, inadvertently abandoned by my “wedding BFF,” left to fend for myself amongst Date #7’s cousins and wondering, as every woman must wonder…
Kat Echevarría Richter 