"If you don't mind me saying," I persisted, dropping a bit of my affected professionalism, "You are an attractive young lady. I imagine you could easily get a date if you were so inclined. There must be some reason you go to have anonymous s*x instead. What do you get out of it that you can't get in a date? What makes it better?" She looked at me viciously. Her eyes were inflamed and her face was flushed.
"You don't know anything," she said, "This was a mistake, you can't understand," she said. I became nervous that things were rushing out of control.
"What do you mean?"
"There is nothing better about that place. It is just better than being completely alone. It is better than just cutting myself out of the world entirely. But it isn't better. You don't understand that I can't get a dat
