As I get older, I have moved past thinking“wow he’s hot” when someone is hot. I am now in the “I would pay him to beat the shit out of me and spit in my mouth of my corpse” phase of my life.
Explaining to the bouncer that the number of drinks I've had is an almost entirely arbitrary number in relation to my level of sobriety as it varies so greatly from person to person based on a wide array of factors before slipping in my own piss and puking on his shoes