jglide123
Don Juan
Had this discussion with a few friends earlier. At what age should a man stop going to clubs? Interested in you guys' opinions....
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.
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.
I thought that also - but I got my second wind at 37! With the right diet and exercise, aging is not a consistent fall-off, it's more like a sine curve. Since age 40 I've had 6 of my best girlfriends, and I'm only 41.5.Mike32ct said:At 28, I was hitting the clubs twice per week. At 36, I'm pretty much at the end of my clubbing days.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Good point. I'm currently working on my "second wind." I'm working out and improving my diet. I'm also gonna buzz and then soon shave my head. I'm handsome from the front, but the bald spot in the back has grown enough in size where it's hurting my game.bigneil said:I thought that also - but I got my second wind at 37! With the right diet and exercise, aging is not a consistent fall-off, it's more like a sine curve. Since age 40 I've had 6 of my best girlfriends, and I'm only 41.5.
Fair point. I mostly went to casino nightclubs which have a wider age range. Your typical downtown hip hop club will run much younger age-wise.gimmeyofonenumba said:I'm 25 and I'm already tired of clubs. I dunno why people brag about girls grinding on them. I really used to enjoy it but not so much. Its Not much of an accomplishment. I've seen girls grind with complete rejects. Anyways..to answer the question I'd say 29-30 for night clubs. I understand alota people may be building their social confidence late so alot of people on this forum will have a different view as to what society thinks.But past 30 you will certainly stand out at a night club. Not necessarily a bad thing. I've seen some of theese guys keep social value, but it does have a negative stigma. Depends on the type of club as well. If it's the typical hip hop night club then 29 is def. Too old. If its a more classier eclectic lounge type of club then perhaps early 30's.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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.
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.