Drummers are next level. They're like that moment when your brain snaps into place and your tastes slowly turn fetishistic. One does not simply hit on a drummer, you gotta suffer a bit beforehand, wallow in that self-pity that you'll never be good enough for the rhythm section, then have your heart melt the tenth time you go to a concert of theirs and the drummer throws you a warm smile when they recognise you in the crowd (in which you've strategically placed yourself to be as visible as possible).

Uuuh, or so I've heard...