The Real Reason I Want(ed) to Go to Europe
You want to know the real reason I love to travel? Sure, I’m into museums and history and discovering that my way of doing things isn’t…
Those Straight Talkin’ Beach Balls
I have a bit of a problem. Actually, it’s more than a bit of a problem—it’s kind of a big problem, and it’s caused more than…
And Suddenly a Beach Pass is a Big Deal
The Wedding Date wants to know if I’m a beach person—not because he’s planning some sort of mid-winter, Caribbean getaway (at least not as far as…
The Single Bridezilla “Debate” Rages On
Whoddathunkit? The Single Bridezilla “debate” rages on over at the Daily Mail (142 comments and counting!) and even though I know I shouldn’t even bother reading…
I’m Pretty Sure He Was Talking to My Bra
On Friday night, The Wedding Date told me he loved me. But I don’t think he was talking to me. I think he was talking to…
The End, the Beginning and a Question from The Wedding Date
On Friday night, I feel asleep watching Star Wars. Again. This is a problem because The Wedding Date (my current beau for those of you just…
Adventures in Cardio (and Compromise) with The Wedding Date
Relationships, I’m learning, are all about compromise. And shaving your legs way more often than anyone should this time of year, but mainly about compromise. This…
And Now the Producers Want to Talk to My “Boyfriend”
I’m not crazy. Despite what the editors over at Marie Claire and the producers over at Good Morning America might think. Plenty of women start planning…
Standards Revisted (Because Sometimes Lists Can Be a Good Thing)
Ever since I became aware of the fact that boys didn’t actually suck (and didn’t actually have cooties), I’ve kept a list: Must be tall, must…
Biscuits in Bed and Other Shenanigans
Whoops. I got a bit ahead of myself yesterday. I wasn’t supposed to write about the wedding. I was supposed to write about what happened before…
How The Wedding Date Became MY Wedding Date
Did I mention that The Wedding Date and I are flying to Boston on Friday? No? Well, we are. I’ve known since our third date (which…
Since when is “Friend” a verb?
Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the heart grow nitpicky. It’s been eleven days since I last saw The Wedding Date and even…
Kat Echevarría Richter 