Twenty Nine Dates
Last night’s dinner with Date #17 brings the grand total up to 29 dates. And seeing as the Man from Marshalls has already invited me to…
A Familiar Feeling
The morning after Date #17 takes me for dinner in Center City, I awake with a familiar feeling. Being that it’s been some time since I’ve…
Trouble in Camelot
I’ve reached the five-date mark with the Man from Marshalls and despite the fairy-tale encounter that gave birth to our relationship, there’s trouble in Camelot. I…
The Conversation
After the art gallery, the bowling alley, the sports bar and a few days in between to recover from my marathon five-hour date with the Man…
The Bowling Alley
As it turns out, I don’t look quite as sexy in bowling shoes as I had hoped. In fact, with my black tights, gray skirt and…
The Art Show
My first thought, as I pull up to the corner where I’ve agreed to meet the Man from Marshalls, is “Oh God, he’s wearing his baseball…
To Disclose or Not to Disclose?
For our second date, the Man from Marshalls and I are going to an art gallery. An actual art gallery! It’s an opening reception, to be…
A Welcome Distraction from Dating
There is an altercation happening on the bus. For two reasons, I’m very excited to have observed this minor phenomenon. Firstly, I find SEPTA squabbles infinitely…
Me and My Snuggie
And so the post-date wait begins. As it turns out, I could have had a real triple header date if I had stayed in Philadelphia this…
Date #16
Let it be known: the man I met in Marshalls is not bald beneath his Phillies baseball cap— quite the opposite. I know this because a…
A Triple Header???
I’ve inadvertently scheduled myself a triple header for this weekend. I’m going camping and my companions shall comprise entirely of men—now this is my kind of…
A Gentleman’s Guide to Wooing Women
From what I learned in my seventh-grade Confirmation class, here is what makes Lutherans different from Catholics (and I promise you this will be relevant to…
Kat Echevarría Richter 