Yes

"Hi, Janet!" Your heart raced. This woman was older than your mother, but for some reason, you felt attracted to her.

*Ding*. That was her. "Hi, I'm glad you responded! What do you think about my offer?"

"I've never been in a bookclub before, so I'm not particularly sure what to think."

"Oh, don't worry, dear! It's just a discussion in a circle, where we talk about what we like, and then have some pastries after :)."

Her friendly attitude seemed to put you at ease, and before you know it, you had spent a half an hour just talking to her about yourself. The conversation seemed to flow easily, and Janet wholeheartedly took advantage of that.

"What a smart young man you are, Doug! I'm glad I messaged you, there's no way I could've known it was this much fun talking with you. Why don't I pick you up, and we can go get something to drink and talk in person?"

Almost immediately, without any further thought, you replied "Of course! Here's my address." Then, your thought process kicked in. You just met her over chat, and now you're already speaking to her and giving her your address? Shit.

"Great, I'll be there in a few!"

You jumped out of your chair, looking for something appropriate to wear. You picked a pair of sweatpants, and a shirt that seemed to constrain tightly to your already small body. As you were busy fixing your hair and making sure you had brushed all the sleep out of your eyes, your computer buzzed again. "I'm here, sweetie!"

You raced down the stairs, and peeked out the window. An older woman was outside your house in a newer-looking sedan, fixing her hair in the mirror. From what you saw, she had a gorgeous face; she looked at least 10 years younger than what her profile had said. However, her measurements seemed to ring true; she was heavyset, and seemed to be bursting out of the seat.