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…
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…
Round Two: You’ll Never Guess!
Tonight I’m meeting My One O’Clock for a second date. That’s right: between the Norwegian, the Salsa Date and My Three O’Clock it was (to my…
Please Step Away from the Cinnamon Bun
The Charlotte Douglas International Airport is a force to be reckoned with. Starbucks outnumber restrooms and Cinnabun franchises—don’t even get me started on the moral dilemma…
Kat Echevarría Richter 