Every 65 Minutes: To Jacob, with Love
Almost exactly three years ago, I arrived home at my parent’s house to see three scruffy looking men approaching our garage. My first thought was, “Oh…
The Friends Conundrum
Okay, ready for Part 2? My big, dark secret? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint. And if you were hoping for reconciliation with TWD or a torrid…
The Semi-Gold Standard
It’s been two months. I say this not because I’m counting but because one of the self-help articles I read recommended doing so. (Okay, that’s a…
One Month Later
It’s been one month. One month—with enough snow to make anybody suicidal— and somehow I’m still waking up every morning, putting one foot in front of…
His Dream, Not Mine
I neglected to mention what happened when I called TWD last week to arrange the handoff. “Do you have a couple minutes?” I asked. “I was…
The Rain Test
Eventually, I’m going to have to stop posting about TWD. After all, no one is going to date a girl who blogs about her ex-boyfriend every…
The Truth, The Whole Truth
Today makes two weeks. My brother called to see how I was doing yesterday and, after a few minutes, finally ventured “Is it too soon to…
Slightly Less Trouble, Part 3
“I don’t believe in signs,” I found myself saying to TWD several house later as I sat in my car in the parking lot at Bryn…
Post Crumble
I should note that by “scary,” I also mean exhilarating in a step-up-to-the-plate, “I can do this” sort of way. For those of you just tuning…
Compromise? Well, it Sucks…
I’m hoping, as I pull into the parking space in front of The Wedding Date’s house on Wednesday night, that he’s going to sweep me up…
Sometimes You’ve Got to Fix Your Mascara without a Mirror
I get it. Relationships are about compromise. And compromise requires both parties to give in once a while. But as The Wedding Date and I prepare…
A Year Later Love Letter
The reception hall wasn’t exactly over flowing with eligible bachelors. I was there by myself, dateless despite a year of serial dating, and even though I…
Kat Echevarría Richter 