I thought I knew what proper was. I went out, met a woman, spoke to her for a while and all went well and she came home with me. I poured some wine put on some music to get her in the mood and it seems it paid off. Soon we were on my couch passionately kissing, a bit of the old hand under the shirt going on. Eventually our passion overflowed and we made our way to the bed. I removed her clothes from her body as she tore mine from me. Then I took out my mickey mouse ears, my cape and of course hungry, hungry hippos. After that she put her clothes back on, collected her belongings and left.
On second thoughts there was something wrong with her not me.