Those Yuppie Yoga Couples
It’s not that I want to be one of those yuppie couples who spend their Saturday mornings carting their matching yoga mats through the sophisticated suburbs…
From Dating to D-A-T-I-N-G
Since Date #17 is still too busy studying (doesn’t he realize I have to go on dates in order to write about dates?) I’d like to…
Sex and the… Parental Abode
Here’s a little known secret about Yours Truly: I live with my parents. I pay rent, and I have my own bathroom, but still: I live…
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…
The Importance of Eating Sushi
There’s nothing like carpooling with a female co-worker to illustrate the obvious differences between men and women. Fifteen minutes into our commute, we’d covered ex-boyfriends, current…
Kat’s Trippin’
I know, I know: just because The Experiment is over doesn’t mean I can spend the weekend holed up in my room attempting to complete the…
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…
Thirtieth Time’s a Charm, Part Duex
And so to continue with my thirtieth date: although I’d be much fonder of brunch if it was socially acceptable to drink raspberry chocolate martinis at…
Kat Echevarría Richter 