So a literal me walks into the most 'happening' bar in ye olden days of the late 2000s. He has no dress sense, he has no style, he has absolutely no fucking game except for 'cool to be around', but he can dance. Boy can he fucking dance.

The literally me would just dance, because he loved it, it was fun, borderline spiritual. For some reason, women really, really fucking liked the way literally me was getting about his night out. He'd dance, disappear for a drink, have a laugh with his mates - boys and girls who themselves were cool - and then he would dance again.

And girls would go home with literally me who did just that. They'd take literally me right off the dance floor.

Makes me think of how uneven the playing field was. Those suckers who weren't so autistic they preferred to learn to dance in front of everyone than attempt to talk to someone at a club sure were missing out. Girls they liked were going home with literally me with nary a word being said.

Ah well. Guess you fools can't learn to dance and be chill and cool to be around like literally me. Better give me hundreds of upvotes and comments about how impossible it all is you god damn babies lol.