I was reminiscing with Dorkass about our inglory days, when she and I were both remourseless dating machines. We're now old dating buddies, in our dotage swapping tales of yesteryear's conquests and defeats. Mostly defeats.
She brought up Erica, a woman I dated in 1999. I had no problem with Erica other than her chronic unavailability, and I dropped her without comment or fanfare. And then her life utterly flew apart. I know this because of the pathetic messages she left that I didn't return.
Thinking back on it now, I felt regret.
"She was good people," I said. "Frankly, she deserved a lot better than she got from me."
"Yeah. Well. Don't we all."