It’s all Relative, Except when its NOT!
I’m chatting with my friend Ove from Norway about Date #7 (the man from across the state who I’ve never actually met) when he asks the…
Close Encounters of the AWKWARD Kind
It was bound to happen sooner or later. In a city the size of Philadelphia, there are only so many single men, so many bartenders and…
After He Invites Me In…
So, getting back to Saturday’s date: after flailing around at the rock gym, we go for Mexican food, drive back to his place and decide, after…
When did I become THAT girl?
Let’s get one thing straight: sometimes I make mistakes. Oftentimes, actually, and this weekend was one of those times. If you missed Saturday’s post about why…
To Fall or to Jump?
I feel as though I’ve been run over by a truck and then strung out on one those medieval torture racks, like the one at the…
Sparks Will Fly– or Fall off the Face of the Rock Wall
Pursuant to everyone’s comments yesterday (the vast majority of them at least), I’ve decided to allow myself a third date with My 50th. The only problem…
He Called Me… By Accident
And then… he planted one on me. But before I bring you all up to speed on my 51st date, I’d like to spare a few…
Remember Date #7? Well…
In preparing for (and recovering from) my 50th date, I neglected to mention that I’ve met the man of my dreams. (And no, my 50th date…
The Truth About Man Caves (and my 50th Date)
Yesterday I received a rather confounding email from philly2night, the City of Brotherly Love’s official guide to all things nightlife. (I’m not quite cool enough to…
(M)anthropology, Part 5: Those Guys who are just THERE
He who was following me on Twitter is no longer following me on Twitter. One can only presume that he read the associated blog post and…
The (M)anthropologist Strikes Again:The Old Master
The (m)anthropology continues with another “type” gleaned from my so-called fieldwork: Man 4.0. So far, we’ve had the Impressionists (men who like to impress their women),…
He’s Following me on Twitter?
Date #9 is now following you on Twitter. Well now, there’s an email I never thought I’d receive. It’s not that I’ve never heard from one…
Kat Echevarría Richter 