I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
do you go out in leiden? And are you a member of any student club?Rubdown said:Rotterdam here, I'm often in Leiden too since I study there.
Yea, I haven't been abroad much, so I can't really compare. But I think so too. Girls here are indeed cold and distant. That's kina the nature of the Dutch in general though. When I try to make a light little chat while waiting for the bus, people look at me like I'm retarted for doing that.1. The women seem cold and very tough to game(don't even throw out vibes, act like you're not there, etc.)
You probably went to the wrong bars. In weekdays there's not much is going on here. Thursday, friday and saturday are usually really busy. With plenty of girls too.2. All the bars are nothing but sausage fests, like somebody already pointed out in this thread. Seriously, you'd think you'd go to Amsterdam, supposedly one of the biggest party scenes in the world, only to come to a place with bars packed with guys watching soccer. Not only are most of these bars packed with guys, but are't even half way full on top of it. You can walk into any Amsterdam bar and not be surprised to only find maybe 7-10 people sipping down beers. I mean, come on. Now, keep in mind, I'm only observing what I've seen on WEEKDAYS, perhaps things are different on the weekends. The closest to the weekend that I've been there was on Thursdays, and I can tell you, for Thursday nights, the bars are sausage fests, with maybe 15 people. Pretty bad.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
snowdog said:Also Rotterdam here.
Yea, I haven't been abroad much, so I can't really compare. But I think so too. Girls here are indeed cold and distant. That's kina the nature of the Dutch in general though. When I try to make a light little chat while waiting for the bus, people look at me like I'm retarted for doing that.
You probably went to the wrong bars. In weekdays there's not much is going on here. Thursday, friday and saturday are usually really busy. With plenty of girls too.
Not a big fan of clubs. My friends sometimes drag me into off_corso. I also went to the Catwalk a couple of times. The Catwalk is OK. The atmosphere is friendly there and kinda weird. Lots of people on drugs, lol. Nighttown is also nice.Captain Harlock said:Which clubs do you like to go to in Rotterdam snowdog?
I don't know much about Amsterdam. I rarely get there. In Rotterdam, everything is a bit dead except for thursday, friday and saturday. Probably the same in Amsterdam.I don't know, as far as what I've been able to see, bars in De Wallen on Thursday's suck. I hear Rotterdam is a good place to be. I hear the club scene is good. Actually, there is a bar on Damrak that looked pretty decent. Near Hotel Van Gelder. But by the time me and my buddy got there, it was closing. I just came back from Holland on Thursday.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.