I still can’t forgive myself for not having asked a chick for her number after I had a good dance with her at a party…25 years ago. She was very pretty, exactly my kind of woman, at least physically, which is presumably why I was afraid to ask. It made me realise that I absolutely prefer to deal with the pain of rejection than to deal with the resentment and self-loathing of not having asked a woman out, asked for her number or even just talked to her.