Analyzing My Slip-Up...

I recently ended things with my long-term girlfriend after realizing we had drifted apart. I thought I was moving on and focusing on my work as a software engineer, but then last night happened. I woke up in the middle of the night with this overwhelming urge to connect... physically. So, I messaged an old acquaintance from college, someone I've always admired but never acted on that beyond friendship. We agreed to meet at a hotel and ended up having sex, a quick, anonymous encounter. It was intense, almost cathartic, yet left me more confused than ever. Why did I do this? Was it about closure or just loneliness disguised as lust? The experience feels both liberating and guilt-inducing...