Remember Date #6?
Welcome to another installment of My Single Male Friend Friday. This week’s eligible bachelor is none other Date #6 (although I’ve yet to get his permission…
The difference between a man and a manuscript…
Very hard. The answer to yesterday’s question, for those of you still interested, is very hard. To break through the sarcasm I’ve adopted in order to…
Love, or a Literary Exercise?
Thank God my data plan now supports unlimited texting. Date #7 and I exchanged 82 messages yesterday. Eighty two! Granted, he was sitting on a plane…
The Exercise of Reason
It was bound to happen sooner or later—and this, my friends, is why I should probably stop embarking upon pseudo-scientific “experiments.” Experiments, you see, require procedures,…
A Not-So-Happily-Ever-After Ending
It’s over. The end. Finito. I don’t quite know what to do with myself now. It’s officially summer— I should be going to the beach or…
Help! I’m Dating Myself…
He wants to write to me. Like a proper, hand-written letter— envelope and all. Evidently I wasn’t the only one feeling completely mashed up inside after…
“Kissed, and Often, by Someone Who Knows How”
Let’s talk about kissing for a moment, shall we? As you might have noticed by now, I’m hesitant to say too much about my weekend with…
How to Wallow… Productively
So in addition to Monday being The Day Date #7 Drove Back to His Side of the State, it was also the My First Day of…
A 20-Something’s Continued Adventures in Teenage Angst
Sunday evening, 5:00pm: We’re at Penn’s Landing. It’s crowded and hot and full of people who have gathered on the waterfront for the weekly cultural heritage…
Somehow I’m 17 Again…
In the immortal words of Avril Lavigne, “So much for my happy ending.” At 25, I feel rather pathetic to be quoting the Canadian queen of…
Romancing the West (Date #7, Part 2)
Seeing as the Philadelphia Museum of Art is my go-to date, I know exactly where a first kiss ought to take place. There are several possibilities,…
Date #7, Part 1
I’m so jittery on my way to meet Date #7 that I get off the bus two stops early and have to walk the last four…
Kat Echevarría Richter 