Tacos and conversation

This wasn't my first plan.  I gave her the address to a bowling alley across the street, where I figured we could talk, bowl and grab whatever food they served in the thingie.  If parking hadn't been so hard to find, I would have never even seen the Mexican restaurant.  But after parking there, and staring inside, I began to crave Mexican food.  Even despite the crowd and the inevitable wait for a table, I started to change my mind about the entire evening plans.  Mexican it is!
We stared each other across the table with an new element in our relationship -flesh.  I can see her, she can see me.  We can hear clearer, touch, laugh, nod -all in real time.  It was great, just like real life!  All my frustrations with the online crap were over and this was just like a real date.  Then the questions creep up.   Is this the kind of girl I would have picked out for myself in person?  Does she live up to the exceptionally high standards of quality that I expect?  I liked her pictures, and the texting went well.  Now here we are at some Mexican place on a cold Friday night, and I haven't really satisfied the first criteria of my typical dating checklist.   I gotta throw this thing out.  Of course she's good enough.  But like a good meal I need to whet my appetite.  I need a few moments to think it through, to anticipate. 
We both ordered pork tacos.  They were terrible.  The conversation was informative, but not amazing.  She declined a ride to her car several blocks away.   If it was my sister I would have told her not to get in the car with anyone she met online either.  It caught me off guard but didn't ruin anything for me. We walked a little while in the general direction of her car and then stopped for a moment of good-byes.  Nothing short of ordinary.  "We should do this again."
"Definitely"
"Yeah, when are you free?"
"Yeah, I don't really know.  But we should definitely hang out."
"Well, we'll talk."
"Yeah, oh, definitely."
I'm not sure what the rule is here, but I think either the second or third time "definitely" is used in the answer to the same question, it starts to mean the opposite.  My heart was not broken.  If it works, great.  If not, that's fine.  I still haven't told her my name.