Who can say no to a petite girl named Lo?

At 7am a bright light fills the room together with a the sharp alarm from Lo's phone. She whimpers and puts her pillow over her head, turning away from the noise, but it gets louder and louder so Lo clicks 'snooze' just to shut it up. This process goes on for about an hour before she sits up in bed with a jolt.
'Fuck fuck fuck. FUCK. Fuck. fuck.' she exclaims as she clumsily jumps out of bed, pulling clothes from her sofa from a few days before and throws them on. She has 20 minutes before she has to be at the bus stop, no time for anything at all but to put her blonde, long hair up in a bun and jet out of the door. As usual she drops the keys as she tries locking up, then she realizes she forgot her phone. And her wallet. Her headphones!

Los laces are undone as she runs towards the bus that's just shutting the doors. She's waving frantically at the driver who's clearly annoyed. 'Every morning!' he says as she gets on after he opened the doors again and the old lady with the red faux fur coat that she wears all year around rolls her eyes as Lo passes by.
'Sorry!' she says in no general direction as she slumps down on her usual seat, out of breath. It's a 15 minute busdrive so she takes her phone up to start some music.
"3 new matches!" the phone tells her and she remembers last night, slightly embarrassed Lo turns her phone so that no one can see the screen.
Tyler, 25
Eric, 48
Cameron, 22

Lo's heart skips a beat as she sees Eric's name and she's not quite sure why. She didn't really want a match with him, did she? She clicks his profile again, he works as an art director at a big newspaper in New York which is apparently a very busy job, no kids, no wife, a few "pets". Those quotation marks are peculiar Lo thinks to herself, wondering if his pets are very wild, too wild to be considered domesticated perhaps. She's wondering if she should write to him, she couldn't! Could she?