It’s the Time Again: My Single Male Friend Friday!
You know those guys who are just too good to be true? They’re gorgeous without making a big show of it, they’re well-dressed, they’re polite and…
Driving in Circles
You’re going to have to accept my apologies for today’s post. It was going to be all about my triumphant return to Match.com (which, in truth,…
Something Akin to Cabin Fever
Between snow days and sick days, my bank account’s not looking nearly as healthy as it once did. Nonetheless, when I brave the snow to deposit…
Confessions of a Google Stalker
Having just written about the degradations of stalking my various love interests over the years, I would like to offer a slight clarification. Stalking, as in…
You’re Asking Me?
Within the past 48 hours, I’ve had three friends come to me for relationship advice. “I’m not exactly batting a thousand over here,” I keep telling…
Not My Proudest Moment…
You know it’s bad when your mother hides your cell phone to keep you from drunk dialing your most-recently-snuffed-out-flame. But before we proceed with the events…
From Dating to D-A-T-I-N-G
Since Date #17 is still too busy studying (doesn’t he realize I have to go on dates in order to write about dates?) I’d like to…
Neither Girlfriend nor Facebook Friend
I’m sitting at my desk, snacking on raw almonds and thinking “Hmm, these nuts are rather nice without chocolate, actually” when my phone rings. It’s a…
Spread the Love
Welcome to the new and improved “After I Quit My Day Job.” You’ll notice that I’ve replaced the Philadelphia skyline with a background of delightful lavender…
He Doesn’t Like to Snack!
Houston, we have a problem. Date #17 doesn’t like to snack. I repeat: he doesn’t like to snack. He’ll eat his edamame and drink his fancy…
Seriously, You’re Cancelling?
Date #9, quite clearly, has no idea who he’s dealing with. Doesn’t he realize that if he cancels our Monday evening date night that I’ll just…
Thirty First Dates?
After announcing my intention to date thirty men in three months, the words “insane,” “impossible,” and “suicide” came to mind. Thirty men in three months? Really? …
Kat Echevarría Richter 