I’m Pretty Sure He Was Talking to My Bra
On Friday night, The Wedding Date told me he loved me. But I don’t think he was talking to me. I think he was talking to…
The End, the Beginning and a Question from The Wedding Date
On Friday night, I feel asleep watching Star Wars. Again. This is a problem because The Wedding Date (my current beau for those of you just…
We’re Rolling! And I’m Twirling Around in my $12 Wedding Dress…
Its 12:05 and the Good Morning America folks still haven’t arrived. My poor mother has practically glued herself to the kitchen window (she’s keeping watch for…
Standards Revisted (Because Sometimes Lists Can Be a Good Thing)
Ever since I became aware of the fact that boys didn’t actually suck (and didn’t actually have cooties), I’ve kept a list: Must be tall, must…
To Boston and Back (Hint: We lived to tell!)
“We didn’t kill each other!” These are the first words out of The Wedding Date’s mouth when my mom picks us up at the airport on…
How The Wedding Date Became MY Wedding Date
Did I mention that The Wedding Date and I are flying to Boston on Friday? No? Well, we are. I’ve known since our third date (which…
A Surprise in My Inbox
Well folks, I have a new Facebook friend. And the conversation that prompted his request somehow pre-empted his reading of my post on the subject. Go…
Since when is “Friend” a verb?
Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the heart grow nitpicky. It’s been eleven days since I last saw The Wedding Date and even…
Crossing The Rubicon: Navigating the Facebook Relationship Status
Today’s post comes courtesy of my former flat mate and partner in crime, Meghan. Meghan and I lived together in London and we spent hours “researching”…
Break Up 101: How to Dump (or Get Dumped) with Dignity
Nothing from nothing but if you’re dating a woman who writes a blog about… well… dating, you probably shouldn’t send her twenty two text messages when…
Sunday Afternoon: Stranger Than Fiction
When I was living in London, I worked at a shop in Putney called Julian Graves. (For all my American readers, Julian Graves is like Harry…
Do You Swing?
Half an hour before The Wedding Date and I are due at my friend’s dinner party on Saturday night, my phone rings. It’s him, and he’s…
Kat Echevarría Richter 