Post-Divorce Guilt Trip

I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. After the divorce papers were finalized, I felt so lost and alone that I ended up at this bar downtown where all these strangers could see how vulnerable I was. One guy noticed my tears, bought me a drink, and then another. Before long, he suggested we go back to his place. It was more about needing comfort than anything else, but the guilt eats away at me now. Did I make things worse by acting on that need for company? I know it wasn't real, just two people in their twenties seeking a moment's relief from pain and loneliness.