An experience with a 40-year-old female online friend

I met Xue one early summer evening in 2004. I remember it was drizzling that night, and bored, I was idly typing on the keyboard, chatting casually with an online friend. I lit a cigarette, took a couple of deep drags, closed my eyes, and let my thoughts drift freely with the wisps of smoke. A knock on the door drew my attention to the computer screen. The penguin icon was flashing. Someone wanted to add me. I clicked on it absentmindedly. "Hello, can we talk?" "Okay." During our chat, I learned that she was home alone and had been drinking. I comforted her, saying, "Don't drink so much in the future; it's uncomfortable and bad for your health." At her request, I gave her my phone number, and we kept in touch through text messages and greetings. Especially after drinking, she would cry on the phone, pouring out her misfortunes, her grievances, and her helplessness. Her sexless life was pushing her to the brink of collapse. I didn't know what I could do for her, or how to comfort her. I just listened to her pour out her heart like a breathing puppet.
Time flies, and three months have slipped away unnoticed. In those three months, we went from acquaintances to friends, but neither of us ever suggested meeting. Perhaps we were both using our last shred of reason to restrain our impulses. "Ring ring ring," the phone rang. Damn it, who is it? Can't a person get some sleep? It was past 1 a.m. I answered groggily. "Hello," it was her. "What's up, sis?" "Come to [park name] right now, I'll be waiting for you at the entrance." She hung up.
I took a taxi to the agreed-upon place, and I recognized her immediately, and she recognized me just as quickly. She immediately hugged me tightly. "It's okay, sis, I'm here." We walked slowly through the park, hand in hand, like lovers. She didn't speak, and neither did I; we just walked. The park lights were already off, and the dark night seemed to become our own little world. I couldn't see her expression, but I sensed she was making a decision.
Before I knew it, we arrived at a small pavilion atop a rockery. I gestured for her to sit there for a while. As soon as we sat down, she hugged me tightly again. We began kissing and caressing every part of each other's bodies passionately. We both knew what was about to happen, so let the flames of passion burn freely.
After the passion subsided, I asked, "How did you know I would come? You were just waiting at the door." "No reason. But I felt you would come. You definitely would." We smiled at each other and embraced sweetly.
What was this? Was it confidence or trust? I said it was sincerity. Without one's own sincerity, how could the other person trust them?

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