Decline—he was flirting with Yumi right in front of me. "He was all over Yumi just a few minutes ago, even took her number. If he’s that quick to switch focus, I don’t need that kind of drama. I’ll call an Uber and leave him to his games."

I stood rooted to the spot, my eyes widening in surprise at his presumptuousness. I watched as he walked away, expecting me to follow, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance. I turned around, my heart pounding in my chest as I started walking in the opposite direction.

I felt a pang of frustration at the realization, at the admission. I wanted him, I wanted him badly. And yet, here I was, walking away, leaving him behind. I couldn't help but wonder if I was making a mistake.

I walked away, my heart heavy with frustration and unfulfilled desire. I had come here tonight expecting a fun date, a chance to let loose, to enjoy myself. But all I had found was frustration, a man who had ignored me, had made me feel small, had made me feel undesirable.

I sighed, my mind filled with thoughts of sex, of desire, of need. I wanted it, I wanted it badly. I wanted to feel a man's touch, wanted to feel him inside me, wanted to feel that release, that pleasure. I had gone so long without, had denied myself for so long, and now, now it was all I could think about.

I stepped into the subway station, the familiar scent of metal and concrete filling my nostrils. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, trying to push away the thoughts of sex, of desire, of need.

I looked at the crowded train, the sea of people packed together like sardines. I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest as I debated whether to squeeze in or wait for the next one. The doors began to close, the beeping sound filling my ears.