It sucks when, at a barber shop, shy you meets a man whose smile you didn’t know till then was the one you’ve been dreaming waking up next to; but then you learn he’s next in line for his cut; with this impediments, this road block, mister with the smile you’ve dreamt about, manages to orchestrate an opportunity for you two to chat. Folks, here’s where you learn you are not just shy you are also slow on the uptake — you walked past him with a hi nod and a bye wave. If you see this confession, handsome smiler, know this shy one felt the connection and thought of you that whole day. Shy and slow me will try not to fuck up a next opportunity and will be happy to hear from you.