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"Some lessons I&amp;#x27;ve learned, just in time for #glamourdatenight this month. Cindi Leive and her husband, Howard Bernstein What are you doing on June 28? I&amp;#x27;m psychic, so I&amp;#x27;ll tell you: You&amp;#x27;re going on a date, and so am I (with my husband, relax!), and so are thousands of other Glamour readers, all thanks to #glamourdatenight, a cross-country event designed to get you out there (don&amp;#x27;t miss the deals&amp;amp;mdash;we&amp;#x27;ll even help you find the guy!). Why a night devoted to dating? Because dating&amp;amp;mdash;an American institution invented a century ago&amp;amp;mdash;has fallen on hard times. It&amp;#x27;s been replaced by 11:00 P.M. texts and Tinder hookups; 73 percent of single women we polled said they weren&amp;#x27;t even sure whether the last date they went on was a date! Which is a total shame, because, first of all, we need dating. We&amp;#x27;re all getting married later than our parents did&amp;amp;mdash;what are we supposed to do with all those years? And besides, when it does work, dating is fun. I know the montage of awful dates is a staple in every chick flick, but even my bad dates (and there were plenty of them) actually helped me figure out what I wanted in life. Here are some of the things I learned: DATING MAKES YOUR WORLD MORE COLORFUL There was one three-month period in my single life when I went on dates with a poet, a banker, and a Presbyterian minister from Ohio (I&amp;#x27;m a Jewish chick from New York). Through that minister, I ended up meeting an entire town of lovely people in Ohio, and delivering a calf with my bare hands on a dairy farm at 5:00 A.M., but that&amp;#x27;s a story for a different column. The point is, dating expands you. My friends back then were fairly similar to me&amp;amp;mdash;the men I dated weren&amp;#x27;t, and that helped me grow. Call me if you need a hand with your heifer! THE BEST DATES AREN&amp;#x27;T ALWAYS THE FANCIEST I offer you as evidence my first date with my husband, which began with burritos and ended with dollar beers (and in the middle there was a screening of that great film classic Hot Shots! Part Deux). Humble, but so much better than that private jet to Mykonos the next week with the banker...just kidding. That one never happened. Hot Shots was my last first date, and I wouldn&amp;#x27;t have it any other way. EVERYTHING IS COPY That was Nora Ephron&amp;#x27;s famous line&amp;amp;mdash;meaning that even the weirdest, most painful experiences can become wonderful stories&amp;amp;mdash;and nowhere is it truer than in dating. The time I went to a dinner party and my date&amp;#x27;s friends decided to play a party game in German for two hours (ich did not have fun)? The time my friend&amp;#x27;s match.com date asked her to drive him home, then sang in falsetto to Ne-Yo&amp;#x27;s &amp;quot;Let Me Love You&amp;quot; the whole way? Weird nights. Great stories. &amp;quot;DATE NIGHT&amp;quot; MATTERS When my husband and I got married, we scoffed at the idea of a regular preplanned outing. It sounded as unsexy as mom jeans. We wouldn&amp;#x27;t need date night; our whole marriage would be a date! Except, no. Date night&amp;amp;mdash;a real date night, for which you have actually changed clothes and stowed your phone away&amp;amp;mdash;is a relationship must. So yes, ladies, I&amp;#x27;ll be out there celebrating #glamourdatenight too...lipstick on, cocktail in hand, and Hot Shots! on the DVR at home. p.s. Cindi Leive&amp;#x27;s husband, Howard Bernstein, weighs in on his thoughts about dating here."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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