When I'm having a good conversation, especially with a beautiful woman. I suffered from social anxiety disorder for most of my life, only coming to terms with it in my mid-twenties. I can't even begin to count the number of bumbling, frightening, simply awful conversations I agonized over for days, weeks sometimes.

Now that I can deal with my anxiety, and I've learned to be somewhat charismatic in the face of it, bringing charm to a conversation feels like punching my demons square in their faces. A good conversation with a beautiful woman makes me feel ascended to that charming, easily pleasing archetype of a fellow I always envied in my teens; makes me feel invincible.