Tim is the well-meaning but deaf-to-social-rhythm man who’ll take advantage of the ability to purchase a stripper’s twirler brassiere for his long-suffering (but inconceivably committed) girlfriend Amy on Valentine’s Day, who’ll fondle and subsequently compliment the texture and buoyancy of the bosom of his significant other’s wheelchair-bound grandmother upon request, and who’ll mistake a pair of corporate clients for prostitutes after being goaded against his will to reluctantly anticipate the arrival of sex workers in the first place. We shake our heads upon watching Tim foolishly dither into a clown of mistaken appearances, but that’s not to say his behavioral handicaps don’t inspire empathy. Surely slapping the underage daughter of one’s boss on the rear end if she’s begging for some innocuous titillation from her chaperone can seem like a fine idea until the skin of the palm meets the curve of the buttock a shade too roughly on accident—can’t it?