Hell no.
I had a she-beast like that latch on to me at a Frank Zappa concert in the 70's. It was dark, the arena was filled with smoke, all I could make out was that she was tall, curvy and blonde.
She hauled me out the side door wanting to do the nasty in her car. As soon as the fresh air hit me, I got a good look at her. I said, "Let me tell my friend what's up, he's my ride. Stay here, I'll be right back."
I hid from her the rest of concert. If I wouldn't hit something like that at 19, I sure as Hell wouldn't hit it now.