Yeah, the guy with the faux hawk and designer jeans is watching you dance. But you're checking out the well-groomed guy behind him, who—unfortunately—is more interested in watching the miniskirt-clad twentysomething by the bar. But it's OK. You couldn't possibly start a conversation over the DJ's pounding mix of top-40 hits anyway. So you keep moving along to the pulse of the overcrowded floor and just dance—that's why you're at The Loop in the first place.