The De-Stringing
So where were we? Right. The street corner, Starbucks in hand, him asking to see me again and me saying yes. The only problem is that…
Quite Possibly My Last First Date
As the bus crawls towards Rittenhouse, it dawns on me: this might possibly be my last first date. Not because of anything in particular in his…
The Story Begins
Okay, okay, I shall stop teasing you all. Here at last is the story of the flowers behind my front door, but we must start, as…
My (Love) Life: Baggage Claim and Layovers
The problem with dating a man who is gluten free (and who has promised to come over one Friday to help you hand out Halloween candy…
Continued Misadventures in Garter Belt-Wearing
My pre-departure shopping list includes, amongst other things, pepper spray and thigh high stockings. (Go ahead. Before we get to the funny part of this story,…
Kat Echevarría Richter 