I sleep late Sunday. I don’t really have any reason to be up, nothing to do until after lunch, and for some reason, I just don’t have the urge to spend the night in the bar again. In fact, I don’t really have much desire to be at this convention at all anymore. I can’t help but feel like I’ve missed an opportunity. Like I’ve done something wrong.

Was it wrong to pursue Kylie? I mean, couldn’t I have just talked to her the one night, and then contacted her after the ...