138 Dates

‘This book will change lives. I couldn’t put it down.’  
‘Absolutely incredible book. I loved it!’ 
- MELANIE PERKINS, Cofounder CEO Canva

'I laughed, I cried and I was aghast. I could not put this book down.’
 - NAOMI SIMSON, Shark Tank, RedBalloon
‘I laughed, I learnt a lot and I cried my eyes out.’ 

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138 Dates is a very personal story about my search for love and happiness. Since you’ve landed here, I guess you might have read one of my business articles in the New York Times or the Financial Review. You’re probably wondering why I’ve chosen to write about love.

I was approached by a publisher to write a business book in 2017. I’d recently left my business ‘Hey You’ and was pregnant with our second child. I started work on the book, but every morning as I sat at the keyboard, something felt wrong. I wasn’t excited to share my stories and I questioned how much value I was creating for the world. Was this the best use of my talents? 30,000 words in, I hit delete.

It was obvious to me that what brought me the most joy, what I was most grateful for and what I was most proud of myself for creating wasn’t a business, it was my relationship and my family. They were, and are, everything.

And they didn’t come easily. At 34 and a half, I hadn’t been on a date in ten years after my first boyfriend was tragically killed in a car accident. Then on Christmas morning 2011, I woke up on a fold-out bed in the garage of my parent’s friend’s house and decided to make a resolution - one date every week for a year.

What followed was 138 Dates (yes 138 different men) across Sydney, New York and San Francisco, at the same time as launching my tech startup Posse.com (now Hey You) and writing a high profile newspaper column. Along the way I met some incredible friends including an awesome psychologist and Canva’s Melanie Perkins, who gave me advice that I applied to building the business and to finding a relationship. I kept notes in a journal and many of these lists and lessons appear in the book.

I hope that 138 Dates is useful to everyone who is either in a relationship or is looking for a relationship. I hope it makes you laugh and cry and I hope that you can relate to some of the stories. There is nothing more valuable that I can give you than everything I learnt during this process. My heart and everything that I am is on the pages.

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138 Dates

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People are saying:

  • ‘It takes bravery to share candidly one’s most vulnerable self. But how on earth can we learn from others if we don’t know the story that sits behind it. I found that I could not put this book down. I laughed, I cried, and I was aghast at Rebekah’s experiences – yet all of it was important to show the rich tapestry of life. You will enjoy the ride, and whether you have experienced the same, you will learn what determination, persistence and a plan can do in every area of your life.’
    Naomi Simson
    Shark Tank, Founder Red Balloon, Best Selling Author
  • ‘This is one of the most vivid and honest accounts of love I’ve read. This book will change lives - I only wish I’d read it when I was 35. I couldn’t put it down for three days and it felt like saying goodbye to a great friend when I finished.’
    Fleur Brown
    Launch Management Group & Founding Team TEDxSydney
  • “Raw, relatable and real, fearless and funny. I loved 138 dates, a very Sydney story with brains, a boundless ambition and a very big heart.”
    Councillor Jess Scully
    Deputy Lord Mayor of Sydney
  • ‘I loved this book! A relatable and funny look at the realities of the online dating game as well as the not always linear journey of entrepreneurship. A fascinating read in more ways than one!’
    Matilda Rice
    Author of The Feel Good Guide
  • ‘Rebekah is one of the most tenacious people I know and it’s wonderful to see that tenacity pay off in such a magnificent way.’
    Melanie Perkins
    Cofounder and CEO Canva
  • ‘YES! Love this systematic, get sh!t done, eyes on the prize approach to finding love!’
    Jane Lu
    Founder and CEO, Showpo
  • ‘I loved her raw and honest approach. It made me feel not so alone in some of my experiences while also being incredibly driven by her go getter attitude.’
    Simone Anderson
  • ‘Thoroughly enjoyable read of a young woman experiencing the pitfalls of perfectionism in relationships.’
    Gwendoline Smith
    Psychologist and author of The Book of Overthinking,
    The Book of Knowing and The Book of Angst

My new book:
138 Dates

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An excerpt from 138 Dates


Thursday 22 November 2012

‘I will have sex with Matthew Marino,’ I decide out loud as I pace across the grass at Rushcutters Bay Park. I pause, folding my arms across my chest. There’s a chill in the early morning air and thick grey clouds gather ominously overhead. 

I pace again, faster, muttering like I’m making affirmations. ‘It’s been six weeks. He’s expecting . . . I can do it. I can.’ My voice shakes and I hunch my shoulders forward. Heavy droplets of water fall from the sky, wetting my loosely tied back hair. I look up, and scrunch my eyes together.

Twenty minutes ago, walking down the hill, I’d called my ex-flatmate Ainsley for advice. ‘Honey, six weeks is not normal,’ she’d said. ‘Six weeks is a long time. Unless you’re fresh from a convent.’ I’d googled ‘How long before having sex’ and found a helpful men’s forum on Reddit. Six weeks is all that any man will wait. 

And Matthew Marino is not any man. He is a forty-two-year-old senator in the New South Wales parliament. We met on that dating site RSVP — can you believe it. He is tall and distinguished and confident. He ticks every box on my ideal partner list, except, well . . . 

I am a thirty-five-year-old professional woman in Sydney. I live in a Darlinghurst apartment with high ceilings and an art deco chandelier. On the outside, I wear makeup and high-heeled shoes, I have a small public profile as founder of the shopping app Posse.com, and I often give inspirational talks at business conferences where I encourage other women to strive for their goals. 

But on the inside, I am a thousand petals shrivelling inwards. Because when I take off my makeup and high-heeled shoes and I gaze at the four walls of my nice apartment, I am alone. I shop alone, cook alone, watch TV alone and fall asleep clinging to a pillow. 

Until eleven months ago, I hadn’t been on a date in ten years. Then last Christmas Day something happened. An invisible dam that had been building inside me seemed to burst open all at once. I would change. I would find love, whatever it took. And I made a resolution: one date every week for an entire year.

Matthew is the forty-third man I’ve met so far and the only one I’ve been out with more than four times. Tomorrow will be our six week anniversary, after which we will officially be boyfriend and girlfriend. We’ll make holiday plans, wedding plans, we’ll discuss the children’s names that I’ve already decided on, and my pillow-clinging days will be over.

But first, we must have sex. Because if we don’t, then he will think I’m frigid or not into him (I learnt this from Reddit). 

I sit next to the base of a giant fig tree. Bright green leaves tremble like fingers on hands above me. I wish I could tell him how long it’s been. That I’m terrified and I won’t be any good. I stare across the grass at a dog chasing a stick and two women pushing prams as they chat and sip on takeaway coffee cups. 

I stretch my arms high, clasping my fingers together. ‘I can,’ I whisper. ‘It’s natural.’ I feel my stomach twist and a wash of bile floods my mouth. ‘I will.’


I know what you’re thinking. Why didn’t she date for ten years? How did a successful, intelligent woman get herself into such a pathetic ball of stuck? 

If you’d asked me this back in 2012, I would have given you a list of excuses. ‘I’m too busy with my career. There’s no decent single men in Sydney. I still love my first perfect boyfriend and no one else will ever measure up.’ I never would have admitted that, actually, I was just scared. Embarrassed to put myself on the internet. Afraid of being rejected. 

I’m writing to you from July 2020. For eight years I’ve published blog posts and newspaper columns about startup businesses and women in tech. And every time I started penning an article about venture capital or how to nail a sales presentation, I felt my fingers quiver at the keyboard. Because I had another story to tell. Because, to me, career success seemed an inch tall compared with what really mattered. 

I tell this story expecting that I’ll be criticised. People might say that a woman who claims to be a feminist shouldn’t admit her top priority is to find a man. I would disagree. I think women should voice what they want in life without fear of judgement. I wanted to build a business, yes. But when I lay in bed in the still of night, love is what I ached for. I wanted a partner. I wanted a family.

I am writing this book for me, age thirty-five. I would have handed it to myself, past the pile of dating advice books like Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man and Why Men Prefer Bitches, past the newspaper article where the male fertility doctor says ‘Women over thirty-five should stop being so fussy’ and past re-runs of The Bachelorette on Hulu. I would have handed this book to myself and said, ‘Listen, this is what it’s actually like. This is what it’ll take to unravel yourself and let go of everything that’s standing in the way.’

This isn’t a tale of salacious sexual encounters or jabs at weird men from internet dating sites (although there are a few). I have written this book to be useful, to provide insights and to tell a story. And, just in case there’s anyone out there who felt like I did, to show that you are not alone. You are not the only one.

As I picture that woman pacing about on the grass, deciding to have sex when she clearly isn’t ready, I want to wrap her in a blanket and kiss her forehead. And I want to scream in her ear. She’s about to make an awful mistake, one of a huge pile of awful mistakes on her journey of 138 dates. 

I wish I could tell her she’ll be okay: that Matthew will be forgiving, that the rest of this adventure will be easy and fun, and that every other man she’s about to meet will be kind and genuine and safe. I wish I didn’t know that she’s going to get humiliated and hurt like someone squeezed her heart dry and tossed it onto a dirty railway track ready to be torn up again and again and again. 

But I’d still tell her to go for it, because she has no idea what’s out there at the end. Because what she’ll find is so much more than she imagined. I’d tell her to go for it with two feet and a giant leap. Because what she’ll find is . . .

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