Last summer my partner and I visited 11 towns in southern France. We were in the town of Aix-en-Provence, when we encountered a street musician. He was so drop-dead gorgeous, I had to stop and catch my breath. I managed to take a few pictures of him (in one, he’s looking directly at me), but I was too overwhelmed to say anything to him. So we just gave the guy some loose change and moved along.
My partner knew damn well what was going on in my head, and wouldn’t have minded if I’d spoken with the guy. But I stupidly let the opportunity pass. I’m sure I’ll never again be in that town, but at least I have a nice memory . . . which could have been a lot better.
Of course there’s always the possibility that the guy would have turned out to be a jerk.
What little chances have you passed by?