(Note: I have nothing against one-night-stands per se, as long as both parties are aware and have no expectations beyond the next day.)
You go out looking for her. Not any her in particular, just a her. Any one will do, really, anyone to take your mind off things and lose yourself for a while. You latch on to the first that shows any sign of interest, any spark that this might be fun. You get things going ASAP; the bad moments shock you into wondering what exactly you're doing, while the good ones lull you into thinking this might be more, at least until you shake yourself back to reality.
The next morning, you're hung over and looking for your clothes. And your life is still there, patiently waiting for you, exactly how you left it last night. Procrastination afforded you a few hours of wasted entertainment, but life beckons. Back to the keyboard.
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