Jesus man, I learned how to s*** it up and move on knowing my value when I was 10 years old. I had to leave my little elementary school crush, it was a mutual crush too, 6 years, I was feeling frustrated not getting anything lately from her, things were about to change anyway, together or not, I was moving away, I left without way it goodbye, just the me day didn’t show up. I remember knowing “oh yeah? You are e gonna f****** miss me…. NOW you are gonna feel it. Immediately, first thing I did, this was the 80’s, I’m growing my hair long….. I’m letting it grow like those metal rockers, because you know what? I’m f****** cool and good looking. Chicks dig me, and the next time she sees me… she will be melted to the floor. I had an awesome mullet. I had so many friends, I heard it constantly more than once “my mom said I could grow my hair like yours….” Or I had people defending the honour my mullet arguing about the length. Mine was longer than this guys. That was designed specifically to send her into a mess if she ever saw me again. The main drive. I never saw her with that mullet, but I did run into her at a club a little over 10 years later and yeah, there was no mistaking, she knew who I was, I knew who she was and she was moved by it. Not by the mullet, by me, my presence. No doubt.