An Ominous Sign from Sou’ Philly
I don’t believe in astrology (except for when I’m confused or bored, which is actually quite often) but if I did, I’d be worried. I was…
The Art of Rejection
Well now here’s an interesting dilemma: I can’t handle rejection. And I’m not talking about being rejected. I’m talking about being the rejecter. I’m fifteen days…
Date #3, the Sequel
So you know those quaint little swan boats that grace the likes of Penn’s Landing (and seemingly romantic locales worldwide)? In theory, they’re great. You stroll…
Friday the 13th
It’s Friday the 13th and I’m meeting Date #3 for a second date in just a few hours. This does not bode well. At two days…
And So it Continues
For the last time, “No, 42 Year Old Bald Man with Four Children and a Beer Gut: I will NOT be your ‘Latina Barbie!’” It’s my…
Post Marathon
After four first dates in four days, I’ve survived Round One of my online dating marathon. I am, as a result, completely knackered. It’s hard work…
Date #4
“Is this normal?” my mother asks as I prep for my fourth first date in as many days. She has a right to be concerned; I’m…
Date #3
When Date #3 suggests we meet at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I have a minor conniption. I love the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and I…
Date #2
Dinner is the worst possible first date. You have to wear something that looks good both sitting down and standing up. You have to avoid disaster…
Date #1
So I’m standing at the bus stop, seven minutes ahead of schedule when the #57 pulls up. But there’s something strange about this particular #57. In…
The Art of Dating
I had forgotten how much work goes into dating. And it’s all related to hair: combing, trimming, scrunching, tweezing, plucking and so on and so forth. …
Three Days In
I’m three days into my latest ethnographic experiment: three months on match.com. So far, I’ve received 24 “winks,” 19 emails and one invitation to go salsa…
Kat Echevarría Richter 