Whenever I enter a room there is a beam, directly from me to the most sexually attractive girl there. And as long as I’m in the room that’s all I can think about, that girl, my proximity to that girl, what to say to her, who she’s here with, whether she’s thinking about me, can she tell I have this beam and it’s been on her all night, I’ve looked too many times–this beam everywhere I go every room I’m in and it never ever stops.