If I dropped in on one particular year of my life:
“RIGHT:
a) The one you really fancy (but never get with) is totally batcrap crazy and a walking disaster zone, and also wouldn’t look at you twice. Give it up.
b) Her best mate (who you do briefly get with) is gorgeous, lovely, kinda fancies you as well and will be very tolerant of the fact you’re a complete idiot. Focus on her.
c) When you do get with the second one, don’t screw it up quite as badly, and then when you get to my age, she might still be talking to you, even if you’re not together.
Got that?”
I was fairly middle of the road. I had some fun, some ladies paid me some attention, I did okay at uni and I kinda like my life nowadays. But I do regret the breakups that resulted in exes and I not speaking any more. I’d always hoped my few relationships would end amicably, but a couple definitely didn’t.