In My Bed Alone Tonight...

I met her last week at a local bar, a charming thirty-five-year-old who seemed genuinely interested in me. We've had dinner twice and talked on the phone for hours about everything from our childhoods to our hopes for retirement. Last night, I took things further and invited her over...but then she bailed because of a work emergency. Now here I am, lying alone in my bed, feeling old and unattractive. I start touching myself, imagining it's her fingers exploring me, teasing my prostate until I'm hard and ready. But when the fantasy isn't enough, I let my own hand slide into my boxer briefs, stroking until I can feel every inch of pressure, wetness building up...until finally, with a deep breath, I release, knowing it's just me here in the dark. Am I being too needy? Is this normal for someone looking for something more?