Back in the day, I used to get spam emails from an old dating site I no longer used. One day, while bored, I checked the site and received an email reply just hours after posting. The sender was a woman in her early 20s. I casually replied, and soon after, messages started pouring in. She said she was busy with work, had few chances to meet people, and felt lonely—clearly someone craving attention, texting constantly whenever she wasn't working. I kept replying during my free time, and eventually she suggested talking on the phone that night. We chatted about work, flirted a bit, and shared casual talk. Then she said, "Just hearing your voice isn't enough—I want to meet." Going with the flow, I booked a private booth at an izakaya, and we set a time and place to meet. After work, we arranged to meet in Shibuya, close to a love hotel, planning to hook up right at the station. We hadn't exchanged photos, so I had no idea what she looked like and was nervous about her appearance. But we found each other while talking on the phone. The moment we met, she was absolutely my type—perfect match. We entered the reserved private room at the izakaya, spending the beginning talking about work complaints and daily life. Using the private space to our advantage, I gradually closed the distance between us. She didn't seem to mind at all—in fact, she was subtly moving closer. Feeling confident it would work out, I teased her with talk like, "What should we do next?" or "Maybe I should just go home," while finishing our drinks. After leaving the izakaya, we headed straight to the love hotel. We had sex right away—the first round—then she collapsed, falling fast asleep. We finished a second round early in the morning. After showering, I checked out and went straight to work, though I felt completely drained. I still got occasional messages from her afterward, but our schedules never matched up, and since she was seeing someone else, things just naturally fizzled out. Honestly, even now, I think it was a real missed opportunity.