Need advice on winning over potential perfect match

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Invite her to a public place and see how it goes.
You study at the same institution; those usually offer readings and seminars, perhaps there is one for a topic that interests the both of you.

Else, there is nothing wrong with the, fairly neutral, coffee. Especially in online dating, going for coffee can be used as a "zeroth date", and can be done at the college bar, which is 'safe': both of you know how to get there and back, there are other people around, and there is no other expectation.

I will give another piece of advice, which is similar but different from "act normal": "act natural".
Indeed, trying to act normal will look fake and constructed, so natural is better, don't act at all but behave as you would if she was your sister coming over for coffee.

I think a meetup at a local ice cream/coffee shop is in order for the time being. I told her that I am a dead-honest person, told her that i was a tad bit socially anxious (surprise surprise, she is too) and was honest about what I seek in a relationship. Am awaiting her response on the third item. I feel very very warm and excited at what the future may contain for us, yet have an uneasy feeling in the back of my mind that i'm jinxing myself to rejection. I cannot help but obsess over what a colossal change this could bring to my life for the better and the worse, and am giddy and eager to be myself and let things go as they may. Yet I know that each and every time I maniacally obsess about a concept or person, the more likely I am to burn myself to shreds once my obsessive gaze blows up in my face. I do not wish to become so bed-riddled with thought that I explode into a million crimson pieces at the sight of her and am trying to distract self with homework and plants and writing, but oh my me oh my, I cannot expel the thoughts. Everywhere I look, everything I write and do, anything I think of in any abstract logical form sucks me up and out into this trunk of thoughts of hope and joy in the forever-fleeting future before me. I am doing all I can to go with it and not get caught up in the mask smothering my mouth in the name of love yet I feel as if I am trying to kill an invisible sniper a mile away by blindly throwing packing peanuts out into empty space. My hands are up, my will is wrung and weak. The fates have me in a death grip. To love or to die-that is the question which twinkles in my jaded eyes. The answer I do not know-twiddling thumbs at my computer chair, sweaty face staring off into space, senses in submission to such and oxytocinergic state of self. What to say or what to do? Where to be or who to become? How is it and when will it come? I don't know. I am done.