I pace nervously up and down through my apartment. It's our fourth date and today she's coming to my place for the first time to have a movie night. I've probably never cleaned my apartment like this before and I've even bought scented candles and now my apartment smells like sandalwood and jasmine. Or at least that's what it says on the glass of the candles - it smells good, and that's the whole point, right? The snacks are ready on the couchtable and I have both soft drinks and wine in the fridge because I'm not sure if she wants to drink something alcoholic tonight or if that would be a bit odd for a movie night.

The doorbell rings - 'Ok Lando, take a deep breath'. While I wait for her to take the elevator to my floor, I check my hair one last time in the mirror next to my front door. And when I hear a knock at my front door, I wipe my suddenly slightly sweaty hands on my jeans and open the door. There she is, with that smile which had already blown me away on our first date.

"Hi." When I realize I'm still standing in the doorframe, I nervously run my fingers through my hair and step aside "Um sorry come in."

"Don't tell me you're nervous." Smiling, she steps past me into my apartment. God, how am I supposed to survive this?