I started to realize at about 25. It would have been earlier but I was a hardcore alcoholic so I was too drunk to notice I was having a shyt time. Having cleaned up my act, the idea of spending more than fifteen minutes in a nightclub fycking digusts me. I worked at one while doing my degree. It's a cesspit of people with literally nothing more worthwhile to do. Harsh view, but having spoken to a lot of club goers, they're fairly vacuous and uninteresting people. My view as an alcoholic (I'm reformed but you honestly never stop being an alcoholic, see Craig Ferguson discussing his drinking problems for more information) is that weekend warriors are purely in it for the escape drugs, booze and sex gives them. They get to run away from their life for the night. I enjoy my life, I don't want to run away from it.
"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"
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.