A first date is of crucial importance: both parties tend to remember it for a very long time and it can make or break a relationship. You can screw up a first date quite easily but these five tips will surely help you avoid having a terrible time and help you get a second date.

Dating is just not easy for anyone. With that being said, introverts have an even harder time finding the right partner: opening up to somebody and starting a relationship does not come easy to an introvert. Going on dates, flirting and making romantic gestures might seem like an extremely daunting and emotionally draining thing to do. If you’re an introvert, you might be having a hard time putting yourself out there. Here’s why

Let me tell you a story about a heart that was so deep, it had emotions that didn’t even know about each other.

We're so different - maybe that's why we attract each other so strongly. I'm mesmerized by his quietness, his inscrutability - it's not like that annoying, intentional kind of unpredictability; it's something different. I don't mean to analyze him or label him an "introvert", he's just so different, so unique, with his inquiring eyes and soft voice. 

Dating is often times entertaining and interesting because getting to know new people, ideas, and habits is exciting; though, it can equally be awful and quite nerve-wracking. It’s hard to say whether there are more good dates than bad ones. Needless to say, we get more bad ones than what we would ask for. What’s more, we sometimes try to hold on to the very people who hurt us – we definitely shouldn’t do that…

Some women attract bad boys like it’s their job. Emotionally unavailable, depressed, unfaithful… you name it. Do you feel like men keep breaking your heart and you’re tired of them? You don’t even know why but you always end up with the same problems; and you feel like you’re never going to meet a nice guy? Is there a reason for trying to find happiness with the wrong guy?

If I say I can’t live without you, it means you sustain me. You’re the air I breathe, you’re my oxygen and your absence makes me a moaning shadow of myself indulging in self-pity. It’s like we’re connected by an uncut umbilical cord that supplies me with your nutrient-rich love. I can’t live without you actually means that I do not exist apart from you.

Why would a woman end up being the lover of a married man enduring all the shame being ‘the other woman’ all the time? Why would you end up doing the same things over and over again? A secret affair offers very little entitlement, still a lot of women remain in the bittersweet role of a lover.