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....
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
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.
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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.