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How to date. Part 1
So you want to know how to date and, honestly, I want to tell you. I am here to tell you. It isn't so hard. It is just massively overthought.
The honest truth is that dating is a skill. It is like anything else in this world. Practice it. Apply it. Develop it. Repeat.
Granted, some people are natural daters. We all know those people who never say anything stupid, always look classy and elegant and regardless of how much they drink never end up vomiting on themselves. The bastards.
Ok, that is fair, there will always be those people that are good at new things. You are one of those people too, it is just that dating might not be your skill. Yours is probably something way more important like hitting a strike in bowling or rapping to Kendrick Lamar flawlessly.
So I am not a natural dater. I had to learn it. But that is the thing. You CAN learn it. Just like going to the gym or learning a new language, you are going to make mistakes, fuckloads of mistakes in fact, you will absolutely say or do something stupid that you will cringe about for the rest of your life but you know what? You only need to make that mistake once. Then move on.
So I have a few words of advice, honed from many years as a dater. I loved dating then I hated dating and then I loved it again. Ask anyone who is good at anything, you don't love it all the time.
Let me tell you though, I am a bloody excellent dater. Absolutely bloody excellent. I got really fucking good at it. I don't even care if I sound arrogant. I am woman. I date. Or dated. It lead to its inevitable outcome and now I am planning a wedding. This is much harder than dating. But forget that for now.
Dating!
Of course, at the beginning, each date I went on was full of promise, this one is going to be THE one. It was going to change my life. I was destined to be the loving partner of (insert name) who is a successful (insert job title) from (insert country) and so on. I could talk myself into a dream life in a Siberian gulag if my date was interesting enough.
Inevitably, by the end of the night one of us wasn't into it. We might add each other on Facebook or send a polite “it was great to meet you” text (I mean we're not animals after all) but more often than not it would fizzle out. But we have to get past thinking of this as a problem. I once spent the evening with a guy who told me about farming. Like a lot about farming. It was absolutely not my thing, I couldn't wait to get home and line up my next date but he loved it and you know, I did add him on Facebook and he now has a girlfriend who fucking loves farming too. Yeehaa for them! Just because it doesn't work doesn't mean anything other than that. It didn't work. Two incorrectly aligned joints. Roll the cog on and try again.
Of course, most of my dates didn't work out. I was still learning. Some lead to second or third or fourth dates. Some to several months of dating. But you have to know that if this doesn't lead to wedding rings and a mortgage then it isn't a sign of failure. This is what should happen. You should date a lot. Discover yourself, discover what you want.
This bit is important: You need to learnt to separate WHAT you want from WHO you want. So you went out with that guy who was so cute, had some amazing stories about backpacking in Thailand, drove a great car and looked longingly into your eyes as he convinced you back to his house? Ok so he was kind of rude to the waiter and didn't laugh at any of your jokes but who cares, he was so cute. Fuck that guy. He was a dick. He should have laughed at your jokes, you're hilarious. But you like that he had travelled a bit? Awesome. Take that. Ditch the idiot.
Also, don't go back to that guy's house. Not because he might be a creep and not because other people will judge you (who cares if they do) but because you might judge yourself later down the line. And because you are human, you will find yourself dragging your closest friend past his house every other day just hoping to bump into him. Best not to know. Say good night, go home. Chances for a second date skyrocket after that and you wanted to check out that new sushi bar on King Street anyway, right?
That is it for now...but there is more to come next week. If you can't wait that long then get started, get out or get online, set up a date and get practising.
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Jordanne Marie
A good one to remember sometimes

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I'm glad I went seeking
If you’re giving your all and it’s not enough, you’re probably giving it to the wrong person.
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A Reason to Give
A short word on the power of giving. Last year I was happy with a job I loved, a house I loved and friends I loved. I was happy and I was grateful. I sound a bit full of it, but bear with me.
There were a few things I didn't have; the most prominent of which was a boyfriend. Prominent because I had reached a time in my life where I really wanted one. I was about to turn 31 and was thinking about my future. We all know that feeling.
I had thrown myself into the world of dating - both online and off - and had had a lot of fun, met a lot of lovely, and some crazy, people but no one I could actually imagine spending my life with.
Well New Year's Eve approached and I decided to set myself a goal. I was going to give something everyday. A tip, a gift, tequila shots, a coffee to the person in the cafe behind me. Anything. Each day I wrote down what I had given and to whom. It was remarkably easy on the whole but on days where I didn't leave the house, normally due to a hangover, I went online and made a donation to Unicef or, well any charity really. But I really do like Unicef...
28 days in, rhythm in full sync and happily bumbling through life, flew through my 31st birthday and out the other end. I met him. The man I fell almost immediately in love with. I fall in love with him almost every day now still.
I don't know, or rather I can't prove, that there is a connection between my giving and my receiving but I feel like there is.
I don't give every day anymore even. You might think I should but I have a reason not to. I practise gratitude everyday and in periods of confusion or want I start to give again, it focusses my mind and connects me to the world.
So go ahead and give, however small. It is good for you!
Fleet Foxes - Can’t Help Falling In Love (cover)
ike a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes some things are meant to be take my hand, take my whole life too for I can’t help falling in love with you

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The art of acceptance
I thought for a long time about what this first blog post should be about. Something specific or something generic? Something super upbeat positive or a reality hit.
Then I decided what I should do is set the tone for what is to come. Tempting though it is to make some lowgrade jokes and snort chuckle for a few minutes I have instead decided to start with this sentence…
It is all ok.
I have realised, with age, that it is ok. Everything. Everything is ok.
It is ok to not know what you’re doing.
It is ok to not have a bank account full to bursting.
It is ok to not have a wardrobe full of amazing clothes.
It is ok to not have found a decent hairstyle.
It is ok to snort when you laugh.
It is ok to want to stay home and watch a The Office marathon even though you have seen it all three times already.
It is all ok.
So that is my motto going forward. It is all ok. Relax and cherish those moments you are enjoying and don’t worry about who out there might be telling you it is not ok. If you’re not hurting anyone then assume it is ok. And hit the play button on Netflix because The Office is awesome.