...Just another lonely shift...

I've been working as a bartender for years now...it's my second job after the divorce. I thought I'd be used to the late nights and small talk by now, but every night feels like it's getting harder to bear. Last week, this guy came in, maybe mid-thirties, early forties...I could tell he was going through something too. We ended up talking for hours, about everything except work. It felt nice, you know? Like we understood each other. But as the night went on, I found myself wishing it wasn't just talk. It's been so long since I've felt anything like that with another person... Do others feel this way after a divorce too? Is it normal to look at strangers and wish they were your escape from reality...?