When I was a kid, I asked, with justified horror, why my mom chose to marry someone who lived just one neighbourhood away. There was a whole WORLD of humans to marry, and she couldn’t be bothered to go much further than Claremont. I stuck to that belief, and went as far as I could to find love, which is definitely not a comment on how many strike-outs I endured back in my hometown. That particular romance had a shelf life, so I’m pretty sure I have to go to another corner of the planet to find my next victi- eh, partner. Anyway, dating in Norway is weird. So says everyone, including Norwegians.