I regret just about every girl that I could have got with that I didn't get with.

When I was in Savannah, I went to Wormsloe, and, on my way back from a walk around the island, wishing that I could get with someone, I made eye contact with this brown-eyed blonde, a relatively short girl, and I thought, 'she is just the type of girl I would like to, and think I could, get with.' She had a dog. I at least asked 'er what 'er dog's name was. She said his name was Cheech. After a moment's hesitation, I asked 'er if 'e had a brother named Chong. She laughed, and said 'no.' I walked on my way, without asking 'er if she wanted to join me on a walk or anything. 

A big regret of mine. 

It could have been love.