She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
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.
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.
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.