Well, I don’t know if I’d say regrets (hey, this color thing is fun)…
I do have curiosity about what might have happened if I’d done certain little things differently in my life, however what also occurs to me is that there are quite a few things I love about my life right now (or at any given moment), which I wouldn’t have if I’d veered even slightly from the path I’ve taken thus far (I can get all twirly thinking about how Fate works, so I’ll spare you any examples). Overall, then, I just have to figure that things have happened as they were “supposed to” in my life.
However, since this seems to be a thread about Star-Crossed Strangers Passing in the Night, I have one of those stories…
A couple of years ago, I went to visit friends in Malibu, CA. We were out to breakfast at a cute little cafe, and a cute fella and his party were seated at the table next to ours. After a few moments, they were moved to another table. A few moments after THAT, they returned to the table next to ours.
Feeling my caffeine buzz, I turned to them and said flirtily, “We missed you,” as the cute fella re-seated himself in the chair closest to mine.
“No,” he quipped back, “WE missed YOU.”
Giggles ensued, and then everyone got back down to the breakfast business at hand.
Almost everyone, that is.
The cute boy would NOT. STOP. STARING AT ME.
I mean would NOT. After awhile, one of my friends looked at me, wide-eyed, and mouthed, “THAT GUY LOVES YOU!” from behind her menu. After we ordered, we stepped into the restroom for a private girlie conference about the Staring Stranger.
I confessed that it was making me a little nervous, because suddenly I felt like everything I said or did (including the horrid possibility of accidentally, say, shoving my bacon up my nose) was part of a live performance. She noted (being able to actually watch this guy, whereas I couldn’t) that other people in his party had made attempts to talk to him, but that he was blatantly ignoring them and that his eyes had never left me.
He did take his eyes from me in order to eat when his food arrived, but continued to steal occasional glances in my direction. Finally we finished our food, paid our bill and walked out, leaving Staring Stud behind.
That night, we had dinner at my friend’s mother’s house, and told her the story. She was convinced it was Fate At Work, and insisted that I go back to the restaurant to find him.
“If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to BE,” she declared, as she warned me against trying to thwart Fate.
I don’t know about all of THAT, but if I had it to do all over again, I would have said SOMETHING to him, if only to find out what his DEAL was!
Was he thinking, “Dear God, she is exquisite… I have never seen a more beautiful woman in all my life”?
Or was he thinking, “Hey, isn’t she the girl from that one show…?” (I mean, it was Malibu, after all…)
For all I know he’s on the SDMB right now, posting this exact same narrative as a “celebrity sighting” (I just hope he didn’t mistake me for Maya Angelou)…