If anything, telling someone you play in a band affects an implicitly negative connotation. Once you pass a certain age range (24 ... 25 ... 26), the whole idea gets dismissed as some obvious compensation for other social obligations you must be currently failing to uphold, like marriage, or parenthood, or wearing pants. Since you have time to practice and play music, you must not being doing anything else too important with your life, right?
Because of that, if you join a band thinking women will funnel toward you like geese following the warm season, you're sorely, sadly, laughably mistaken. But that's the cliche, right? It's an axiom that transcends culture. A purely human phenomenon where one simply causes the other. Guitar = Sex. Not mathematically proven, but evidenced throughout history by otherwise ugly assholes like Gene Simmons collecting over 4,000 scalps for his mantelpiece. And he plays bass. It's not even a real guitar.
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Nice tongue. Overcompensating much?
So you're finally in a band, and a month goes by. Then a year. Played a few gigs here and there, which was novel and, I don't know, kind of exhilarating. But by now you're probably asking yourself, "Well, where the f**k is my Penny Lane?" After all, you're now almost famous yourself. Assuming you're single, you've probably by now introduced your newfound musical prowess to every social circle you can think of to leave no potential vagina unturned, repeating a variation of the same gambit over and over: