shy

As if I needed further proof that I'm shy.
I was at B&N this afternoon after work, just to read a few magazines. I take a seat and spot this girl in her early to mid 20s. She's sitting on the armrest of a wooden chair, which i find curious in an intriguing way. She's kind of like a hippie-chick, which I go for. I think we exchange a few glances (this could just be my imagination), and she does eventually take a seat in one of the plush chairs next to me. it seems as though we exchange a few more glances. I get the feeling that she wants me to say something to break the ice, but i don't, or can't. She leaves about 10 or 15 minutes later, and I didn't say anything, although I'm sure I missed an opportunity.
I can attack shyness with all the rational and tangible logic I can come up with, but i guess shyness is irrational and intangible. It's like climbing a mountain to find yourself...when it comes down to it, the only thing you really find is that you are on top of a mountain. I don't think that quite makes sense, but whatever.