So About that 50th Date…
Last week I launched my official 50th Date Challenge. For those of you just joining us, this entailed re-writing all of my online dating profiles (yes,…
He’s Following me on Twitter?
Date #9 is now following you on Twitter. Well now, there’s an email I never thought I’d receive. It’s not that I’ve never heard from one…
Sequins, Starpower and a Stranger’s Question
May 1st? Seriously? When did that happen? After April 30th, presumably, but still: I can’t believe May is here already! Today will find me once again…
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…
Kat Echevarría Richter 