My Post-Breakup Solo Night Out at a Bar Turns into Something Else Entirely

I recently got out of a long-term relationship and have been working from home more than ever. The isolation hit me hard one night, so I decided to go to my favorite local bar for some much-needed human interaction and maybe even meet someone new. As soon as I walked in that evening, something felt different. Maybe it was the drinks, or maybe I just needed a little freedom after being cooped up for weeks on end. The place wasn't too crowded, but there were enough people to create an inviting atmosphere. After a few rounds of shots with some friendly strangers at the bar, I found myself feeling more daring than usual. That's when she walked in, tall, curvy, and exuding confidence. She was about my age, late twenties, and her eyes seemed to lock onto mine as soon as she entered. We exchanged small talk over another round of drinks, but it quickly became clear that this wasn't just friendly banter; there was an underlying tension between us. Before I knew it, we were heading toward the bathroom together. The moment the door closed behind us, everything changed. Our bodies pressed against each other as our hands explored every inch of skin they could reach. It was raw and intense, a stark contrast to the casual flirtation in the bar. Next thing I knew, we found ourselves in one of those emergency phone booths outside, it was small, cramped, but perfect for what we were about to do. Clothes came off swiftly under the urgency of our desire, and soon, there was no more room between us. The act itself was messy and hurried, bodies grinding against each other as we sought release from months of pent-up frustration. Now that it's all over, I'm left questioning my actions, did this solve anything? Was it just a fleeting moment of reckless abandon or something deeper? What do you guys think?