Got to know her on OKcupid. I was following some of the advice on here for online dating (thanks a lot) as well as the guidelines on how to improve your okcupid profile on the okcupid subreddit. We exchanged some messages. It struck me that she messaged me back pretty much straight after I wrote to her, so I know I'm onto something. I try to keep things on a positive and funny note and tell her I'm not very often on okcupid, so maybe we can exchange numbers. She gives me her number and I suggest we meet for a coffee or a beer. During this online/texting conversation I find out she's new in town and doesn't know many people around. Via (short) text I suggest we meet on Sunday afternoon for a coffee/quick beer. She says she already promised a guy from the next big city to show him around our city. I'm kind of bummed and think: what the hell is this lamester about to do? His city is not even 80 miles away from ours, I am sure as fuck he has been to our city thousand times, she is new in town anyway, what a pathetic way to get a date. I keep my shit together and do some push-pull on how busy dating she is and also tell her that I'm a very spontaneous person and she can message me if she still has time/energy after the date with the lamester-guy (I didn't call him that to her, would have been lame from myself). Sure as fuck, she messages me that afternoon and we go to a cafe/bar type of thing. As I meet her in person,I try to keep a straight posture, look her in the eyes and smile. Also, I make some small jokes and very mildly make fun of on the fact she had a date with a lame guy. (I'm not a mean person, and I don't want to come up as a mean person, but I thought it might be a good way to bring her out of her comfort zone). In the cafe, I was happy to see she orders beer instead of coffee. I get a beer too. She removes her jacket/winter hat, I'm in a fucking awe. This girl is more beautiful than on her online pictures. A clear HB9, at least for my standards. I again try to keep my shit together. Conversation goes more than great, we have a lot to talk and joke about, as we have the same ethnic/migrant background. I finish my beer, go for a another small beer, and as I'm drinking that last one, I feel the energy of the conversation is going a bit down, so I go for the kiss. She does not move back/decline, I make sure I am the first one to pull back. On the way to the tram station I tell her, that if she's nice to me, she might get really lucky and I can cook her a meal (I mentioned to her I'm a professional chef before). She sounds excited about that. I tell her my week is busy, but we can figure out something spontaneously. I just send her a very quick text if she got home safely and don't message her anymore, so that I don't appear needy. Again, sure as fuck, she messaged me yesterday, telling me her plans for the evening changed and we can meet to cook.I invite her to my place. Even before I start cooking we are making out, I try to focus on food and not take her to the bedroom straight away. We eat and drink wine, to get us buzzing even more. We go to my bedroom, make out, she tells me she's nervous because she hasn't had sex for a long time. I do a great (in my opinion) move and tell her: "who told you we are going to have sex. You have to work harder than that to get me to sleep with you" She kind of laughs it off, makes a joke about it. Then we fuck and I walk her back to the tram station, because I'm a nice guy.