We were in silence. She, sitting on her side of the bed, lit a cigarette. The smoke annoyed me, but I had bigger concerns in my head. We agreed on “just sex”, but what follows after you are done? It wasn’t the age gap or the cultural differences. There was no connection at all. Just an odd silence, mutual awkwardness. I longed for something deeper than flesh, but there was nothing. She finished smoking and turned off the lights. I slept like shit and left the morning after, feeling emptier than my balls.