Call me a cynic, but it doesn't matter. You'll meet at the restaurant or maybe some bar. You'll have a few drinks, have a nice meal. You'll have a great time. Everything will click and you'll think she's perfect. You may or may not have great sex. If not, you will on the next date. But after a couple of months, she'll pull a Bruce Lee. She'll rip your heart out of your chest, eat it in front of you and leave you bleeding to death in the middle of the floor.