Man, Type Three: The Surrealist
When you look at a painting by Salvador Dali where he’s got a pocket watch melted over a tree branch or a lion jumping out of…
Let the “Man”thropology Continue: The Pre-Raphaelite Lover
Getting back to the notion of “type” (and those pesky Impressionists in particular) I should confess that I’ve been mulling over my “observations” of the male…
The Craziest Girl on Match.com
Alright folks: here it is. My new profile. The one that’s gonna send all the boys… well, to be honest, it will probably send them running…
Date Me, New and Improved
After a week in the Middle of Nowhere (Hooper’s Island, MD), I’m finally returning to civilization. As I mentioned on Monday, my next date will be…
The End of the Story
As it turns out, nothing has changed between you and me. Even though you pause to hand me the morning paper when we say our goodbyes…
Kat Echevarría Richter 