Let the “Man”thropology Continue: The Pre-Raphaelite Lover
Getting back to the notion of “type” (and those pesky Impressionists in particular) I should confess that I’ve been mulling over my “observations” of the male…
The Craziest Girl on Match.com
Alright folks: here it is. My new profile. The one that’s gonna send all the boys… well, to be honest, it will probably send them running…
Why I Hate Men (It’s not what you think)
First things first: Happy Easter Monday (Easter Monday, in case you don’t know, is an internationally-recognized holiday whereby you run to your nearest convenience store at…
Date Me, New and Improved
After a week in the Middle of Nowhere (Hooper’s Island, MD), I’m finally returning to civilization. As I mentioned on Monday, my next date will be…
The End of the Story
As it turns out, nothing has changed between you and me. Even though you pause to hand me the morning paper when we say our goodbyes…
It’s Gettin’ Hot in Here
You ask me to me to meet you for a drink, so I do. You ask me not to write about it, so I don’t. You…
Like Clockwork: What Men and Trains Have in Common
There are few things in this world more reliable than the Swiss rail system. I know this because when I was 17, I blitzed from Strasbourg…
A New Challenge for the Big Five-Oh
Last week I received a Facebook message from a public radio producer in Canada. It’s contents? Well, to be honest, it took me a good ten…
My Discarded Men
So, whatever happened to the Norwegian? I don’t know to be honest. I’m already bored with the idea of “Reader’s Digest Mondays” (and it’s not even…
To Have and To Hold
I’m back at Good Karma, my new Favorite Coffee Shop, enjoying (or rather admiring) my new Favorite Source of Caffeine (Karma’s mocha lattes are just too…
A Piece of Turkish (Afternoon) Delight
Over the weekend I received an envelope containing a check. “Great!” I thought, “At least I’m getting paid for my final column.” But the check wasn’t…
No Wonder He’s So Smooth!
Finally! The full scoop on he-who-can’t-be-bothered-to-buy-me-a-drink, aka My One O’Clock. Here’s a hint: To re-cap, I first met My One O’Clock for coffee during my…
Kat Echevarría Richter 