Chucky Cheese Might Be a Nice Alternative
My brother and I had a rather phenomenal tree house when we were growing up. It had three levels complete with a sandbox underneath, a bright…
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…
It Would Seem as Though I’ve Been Stood Up
Judging by the contents of my table at the coffee shop, I’ve been stood up. This is because there are two iced drinks at my table:…
Breakfast in Bed… With the Ex
For dramatic effect, I would say that I can’t remember the last time I woke up in bed with a man who could be bothered to…
Thoughts for Thursday: Please Shut Up!
For the past few months, I’ve been searching for the perfect coffee shop to make my own. Today my search has taken me, once again, to…
The Mystery Man Revealed
I know what you’re all wondering. After reading about the careful construction of my thirtieth date outfit, my discussion of Austen over pancakes and my decision…
Thirtieth Time’s a Charm, Part Duex
And so to continue with my thirtieth date: although I’d be much fonder of brunch if it was socially acceptable to drink raspberry chocolate martinis at…
A Familiar Feeling
The morning after Date #17 takes me for dinner in Center City, I awake with a familiar feeling. Being that it’s been some time since I’ve…
Trouble in Camelot
I’ve reached the five-date mark with the Man from Marshalls and despite the fairy-tale encounter that gave birth to our relationship, there’s trouble in Camelot. I…
The Conversation
After the art gallery, the bowling alley, the sports bar and a few days in between to recover from my marathon five-hour date with the Man…
A Very Bridget Morning
My morning: wake up (without alarm!) at 5:30. Feel so proud of self for getting up so early (body obviously getting used to early morning productivity…
Kat Echevarría Richter 