Speaking of dating…
I regret never calling back Tasha R. Why did I do that? She was smart, she was cute, she was funny. And I still have her list of book recommendations on my bulletin board (The Sun Also Rises, Orlando, Disgrace, The Bluest Eye, Kaffir Boy…) We had a fun date, even though our game of darts was interminable (we were playing it wrong) and then we parted and said we’d get back together. We never did. I blame myself (see above illustration.) At the time I was a bit overwhelmed by a new job (Amoeba) and a sudden plunge into debt by a bad boss (well -chronicled elsewhere.) And I let it go. Very dumb.
I regret never calling Tara P. back. She was super sweet and smart. She was (probably still is) a school teacher. Teachers are brave as a rule. Teachers in Los Angeles are superheroes. We met for coffee once. We met for drinks later. Jones is such a loud bar we had to shout our conversation. But again, I was pressed for time. I was working the two (three) jobs and I didn’t think it was fair to leave just one night a week available for relationshipping. So I just let it slide again. Lame.
I regret letting Joy go. But then that wasn’t really my choice, was it. I suppose I had something resembling that choice several years ago, but who knew?
I regret not living in San Francisco. Lauren’s about the best reason I can think of for wanting to live anywhere. But then that’s not choice. That’s just fate and coincidence and other large, blobby things over which I have no control. So I can’t really regret that either.
I don’t, however, regret never calling Annie Wilkes back. That whole thing with the sledgehammer was just too weird.