Tell you what I learned the other night. Mix an 80s synth rock cover band with about four locally brewed IPAs, and suddenly I was dancing with every girl on the floor. I wasn't hammered, just enough to keep me loose. I was dancing with this real hottie for about 30 minute. Of course that's when her boyfriend cut in and claimed they had to leave. But I didn't know he existed at the time I was dancing so I had much more confidence than I thought I did.