Years ago, maybe almost a decade now, I spent a lot of time and money at a place called Boston Billiard Club in Nashua. One of the defining characteristics of this place was (probably still is) beautiful waitresses in little black dresses. This is probably why I spent so much time and money there. Don't get me wrong... going with friends was fun in it's own right, but I do often lament how much money I spent there.
And of course, I had interest in various waitresses there. I became a regular. They knew me by name, and I'm told that management had a meeting about me and one of my friends who was there with me most of the time, also spending lots of money. Management wanted to make an effort to keep the girls from fighting over who got to have us as customers because we were so well known there... for spending way too much money. When I first hear about it... it felt sort of good to think the waitresses there would fight over having us... but now it seems sort of sad to me that it was about how much money was being spent there.
Anyway, hopefully that lesson got learned.
So there was one waitress there that I was very interested in, and who I of course said nothing to about my interest in her. Okay, so there were several waitresses I was interested in over my time going there, but the story is about this one.
After I stopped going there, and I think at least a year went by, I saw her again. She was working somewhere else, and she remembered me. And she seemed happy to see me. I was there with some relatively new coworkers for lunch, and she was waitressing there. She hugged me and of course my coworkers were amazed and impressed. The icing on the cake was that she gave me her phone number and told me to call her. I talked to her alone for a few minutes there, just to catch up a bit, and found out she was living with her boyfriend.
This is where we'd insert the screeching sound of brakes being applied vigorously.
So I left that day with nothing but confusion. And I never called. I mean... maybe she was interested in hearing from me. And I'm sorry I didn't call for that, but she lived with her boyfriend. That's not something small... that's big. And it was enough to dash any hope I might have held.
Last night, I had a dream with her in it. I don't really remember the dream now, but I remember seeing her in the dream. It's the only thing I do remember. I decided to look her up on facebook to see if maybe she was there. And I found her. And she's married. And she has two kids. Most important though is that in the pictures she posted, she looks really happy.
So I am happy for her. And I know that getting in touch with her now would be bad. The reason I'm writing this blog entry is because I still feel like I lost something... or missed an opportunity somewhere that I'm really unhappy I missed. Sure, none of the circumstances were particularly good. She knew me because I spent money. She was living with her boyfriend. And now she's seemingly happily married. But there was opportunity somewhere in there to at least ask, and I did nothing.
I'm trying to think of any situations like the one years ago that are in my life right now... wondering if maybe there's a chance I should be taking... that I'll look back on and regret if I don't.
Not sure how to wrap this post up. I think it was mostly a means of getting my thoughts in order. I hope it was interesting at least. And I hope this means I learned a lesson, though I somehow doubt it.
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