Catfished

"Oh...I'm sorry, I must be in the wrong house" you stand to make your way to the door.

He steps forward, not completely cutting off escape but more possibly to restrict your exit. "You are though, I'm Adam, please sit, let me explain"

He moves past you and sits on his chair, you return to your seat on the coffee table, he gets comfortable "See I recently had gotten a divorce, I've tried doing things the right way, putting my face on the profile I mean, but it never worked. The only success I've had is...yes... catfishing, people are more willing to listen to someone in person."

It takes you a minute to process this information, he's not bad looking, you couldn't understand why he'd be passed up all together, sure he had a bit of a belly on him, his nose looked like it had been broken long ago, but other than that he wasn't to bad looking.

"How about this, while you're thinking about it, let me give you a foot rub, you must've come all the way without shoes, you can reject me if you want, but think of the foot rub as an apology for tricking you"