Dating and Christopher Columbus
It’s Thursday morning and I’m chatting online with a friend from college. “So you went out on another date?” he asks, referring to my newly updated…
Throwback Thursday: The Latina Barbie
I know, I know. I’m supposed to be posting about the culmination of Sunday’s date in Rittenhouse Square. But I haven’t finished writing it yet. So…
Throwback Thursday: From Disaster to Divine Transcendence
I know, I know. It’s barely Thursday anymore. But better late than never! The problem is that I’m trying to buy a house. And buying a…
Throwback Thursday: Date #4
Remember Date #4? I certainly do. And not because I’m still pining away for him (I’ve come a long way since I was 24) but rather…
The Rain Test
Eventually, I’m going to have to stop posting about TWD. After all, no one is going to date a girl who blogs about her ex-boyfriend every…
Compromise? Well, it Sucks…
I’m hoping, as I pull into the parking space in front of The Wedding Date’s house on Wednesday night, that he’s going to sweep me up…
Sometimes You’ve Got to Fix Your Mascara without a Mirror
I get it. Relationships are about compromise. And compromise requires both parties to give in once a while. But as The Wedding Date and I prepare…
On the Eve of my 27th Birthday
Tomorrow is my birthday, which means I get to write WHATEVER I want today and you HAVE to read it because I’m the birthday girl and…
A Chink in the Armor
Today marks the start of the Philadelphia Writer’s Conference. This means—amongst other things—that I will probably find myself in the throes of an existential crisis in…
Part 2: The Art of Sleeping Together with Kids
It’s 7:00am. I should be in bed, snuggled up to The Wedding Date, but instead I’m standing barefoot in my parents’ garage in my pajamas, trying…
A Double Date… with The Wedding Date’s PARENTS!
And suddenly, somehow, without quite realizing it, The Wedding Date and I have been dating for six months. We celebrated our anniversary unwittingly (six months came…
My Go-To Date
Tonight, The Wedding Date and I are going to the art museum. Those of you who have been reading for a while know how I feel…
Kat Echevarría Richter 