Harmony Scharmony
In 2007, I applied for a Rhodes Scholarship. Obviously, I was not selected (as evidenced by the fact that I’m not currently under consideration for a…
My Reactionary Reactivation
It’s 3:00am. (Do you know where your children are?) Conventional wisdom suggests “the best way to get over one man is to get under another” and…
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…
Weekend Report
You can’t break up with someone you were never with in the first place, but if you could, I’d be breaking up with Date #17. It…
Confessions of an Accidental Journalist
It’s Wednesday. At least right now it’s Wednesday; it will probably be Thursday by the time you’re reading this. Nonetheless, Wednesday starts with “w” and writing…
Yoga Yuppies Part 2
A new post two days in a row? I know, I know: I rock, even if it’s only at the expense of the magazine article I…
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…
Behind Every Successful Man… is an Unhappy Girlfriend
Houston, we have another problem. It’s goes a little something like this (and before you congratulate me on becoming Date #17’s official girlfriend, I should confess…
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…
My Third Date with #17
He bought me flowers. Flowers! The timing of their presentation, however, was rather problematic in that I’d just asked, “So, how was your day?” only 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…
Kat Echevarría Richter 