The Worst Speed Dater in History
Well that was a waste of a good outfit, two subway tokens and an eight-dollar glass of wine. But let’s start at the beginning, shall we?…
Remind Me: Why am I Going Speed Dating AGAIN?
I got a bit distracted during yesterday’s post. As such, I forgot to explain why I’m going speed dating in the first place. Lest you think…
It’s all Relative, Except when its NOT!
I’m chatting with my friend Ove from Norway about Date #7 (the man from across the state who I’ve never actually met) when he asks the…
When did I become THAT girl?
Let’s get one thing straight: sometimes I make mistakes. Oftentimes, actually, and this weekend was one of those times. If you missed Saturday’s post about why…
Remember Date #7? Well…
In preparing for (and recovering from) my 50th date, I neglected to mention that I’ve met the man of my dreams. (And no, my 50th date…
Gettin’ Crafty
Amazing what a morning off and a mocha chai latte can do for one’s mental state. I am feeling better. Zen even, despite the fact that…
Breakfast in Bed… With the Ex
For dramatic effect, I would say that I can’t remember the last time I woke up in bed with a man who could be bothered to…
The (M)anthropologist Strikes Again:The Old Master
The (m)anthropology continues with another “type” gleaned from my so-called fieldwork: Man 4.0. So far, we’ve had the Impressionists (men who like to impress their women),…
Man, Type Three: The Surrealist
When you look at a painting by Salvador Dali where he’s got a pocket watch melted over a tree branch or a lion jumping out of…
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 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…
Kat Echevarría Richter 