6-heads lewis
Master Don Juan
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This is my first post in this forum, those who’ve seen my posts in ‘anything else’ think I’m a bitter, cynical recluse. Two changes occurred that had a HUGE effect on my interactions with women and life in general: increased pharmaceuticals, and heavy weight gain, mostly muscle from power lifting. I notice a direct correlation between female interest and shoulder width, I sh!t you not, even if you have a small gut to go with those he-man shoulders. In the past year I took care of some terrible genetic disorders, and can interact at a functional level for the first time ever. I’m 23 years old.
Before I get into the story, let me explain how these physiological changes can affect you:
- Inner game is not psychological, it’s physiological. You’re anxiety threshold won’t increase through “being a man” or “sucking it up”. It’s a physiological response, I use to have the thinnest of skin, now I have fairly thick skin, all as a result of medication, not aligning my chakras. None of my twisted thought were in my control, none of my body’s embarrassing reactions were my choice. Reading self-help books are a nice boost, but are laughably inept compared to physiological improvements.
- Pook’s post about weight gain is exaggerated and unbelievable at points, but the message holds true: Life as a big guy is better than life as a small guy. I’m not ‘big’ either at 6’0 210, just bigger than average, with big shoulders and neck. I used to be 140lbs, scared to death of everyone and everything. Women give you a “free pass” so to speak, and assume good things about you for no reason other than your appearance. Skinny guys work with a handicap, you have to be funny or charming or popular or whatever to compensate. As a bigger guy I don’t have to do anything except be physically present and make pleasant conversation. I also noticed people I talk to in everyday situations like cashiers or whatever are much friendlier to me since the improved appearance.
- More than anything, when your body is functioning well and you feel good, you can BE YOURSELF with greater ease. I’m somewhat goofy and awkward, but it’s okay now. Because I look better and more dominant, they accept my personality flaws or odd traits, and no longer punish me for things like being too nice or showing too much interest.
I’ll get into exercises and diet if there’s interest. The best place to start is Starting Strength by Mark Rippetoe. Deadlifts are KING. My favourite home shoulder exercise is handstand pushups against the wall, especially if you’re thin or athletic, personally I do elevated pike presses. It’s like pushups on chairs, except your body is folded into a V almost, your hands are so close. Then lower yourself as low as possible, when you push back up, you’ll feel a heavy strain on your shoulders, your body should be making a near 90 degree angle with the floor, so your arms and shoulders are doing all the work. That’s killer. I also do headstands against the wall with my head supporting most of my weight, I feel the strength in my neck and trapz area. These are also great for abs.
First ever field report:
I go to a clinic that specializes in hand issues. I actually set my own hand on fire to prove how tough I was… to myself. It got infected and several days later I’m in the urgent care sector of the hospital, then shipped to this clinic.
Note to reader: Don’t set your hand on fire. This was definitely in my top 3 stupidest moments ever, number one is the time I threw a full-power uppercut at a foot-wide block of ice, thinking I could dent it. That blunder took a month to heal, this one only about 2 weeks.
On the way in, some beautiful young businesswoman looked at me up and down, then when I looked back, she immediately looked down. I smiled and said “Hi”, she gave me a brief acknowledgement as we passed, she was talking on a cell phone. Did I really just do that?
In the clinic, my nurse was a young-looking woman, very pretty, the kind who looks like a 9 when made-up at the club, but you can appreciate the natural beauty in casual settings. Surely she gets hit on by clumsy, meathead scumbags like me all the time, but wtf, I felt courageous. I made some pleasant small talk, some jokes. She had a slight smile on her face, like she was hiding a wider smile, playing the game so to speak. I got the feeling she liked me, and was touching my hand and arm more than necessary. I made some lame jokes and she laughed. In years prior, I’d make great jokes and they’d scowl! Big improvement. Eventually I said, you look too young to be my nurse. She said she hears that all the time. I said “am I allowed to ask?”, she told me she was 29 and has been a nurse 6 years. I told she doesn’t look it, in a slightly complimentary way. I was trying to write a joke in my head, with the punch line “you’re so practical and not even grossed out by my burn, if you could cook or clean you’d be the best girlfriend!” I couldn’t get the word right though, and it never came out. She asked me if I had made my next appointment, I said yes and told her the day, then TOO QUICKLY asked “you in that day”? She replied sharply and bluntly: no.
It was awkward silence, and ultimately End Game. I played my hand too early, and now I was exposed as being too interested. I should have waited longer and prepared a light joke if she said no. Admitting defeat, I withdrew eye contact and small talk, just sat professionally and distant. Once it was over, I said “thanks for the help doc”, we parted without looking at or even facing each other.
What’s my point? I think sometimes you just have to realize your fault, and play damage control. Sure there was a small chance I could recover, but it was extremely unlikely. Most likely, she’s now on guard and expecting you to make a move like the rest of the jak-offs she treats, you’re no longer interesting or charming, no longer exciting. The best you can do from there is salvage your dignity and appreciate the experience. Especially if you may end up seeing that person again, as I might. Down the road you may get another shot, no sense in ruining through impatience.
Before I get into the story, let me explain how these physiological changes can affect you:
- Inner game is not psychological, it’s physiological. You’re anxiety threshold won’t increase through “being a man” or “sucking it up”. It’s a physiological response, I use to have the thinnest of skin, now I have fairly thick skin, all as a result of medication, not aligning my chakras. None of my twisted thought were in my control, none of my body’s embarrassing reactions were my choice. Reading self-help books are a nice boost, but are laughably inept compared to physiological improvements.
- Pook’s post about weight gain is exaggerated and unbelievable at points, but the message holds true: Life as a big guy is better than life as a small guy. I’m not ‘big’ either at 6’0 210, just bigger than average, with big shoulders and neck. I used to be 140lbs, scared to death of everyone and everything. Women give you a “free pass” so to speak, and assume good things about you for no reason other than your appearance. Skinny guys work with a handicap, you have to be funny or charming or popular or whatever to compensate. As a bigger guy I don’t have to do anything except be physically present and make pleasant conversation. I also noticed people I talk to in everyday situations like cashiers or whatever are much friendlier to me since the improved appearance.
- More than anything, when your body is functioning well and you feel good, you can BE YOURSELF with greater ease. I’m somewhat goofy and awkward, but it’s okay now. Because I look better and more dominant, they accept my personality flaws or odd traits, and no longer punish me for things like being too nice or showing too much interest.
I’ll get into exercises and diet if there’s interest. The best place to start is Starting Strength by Mark Rippetoe. Deadlifts are KING. My favourite home shoulder exercise is handstand pushups against the wall, especially if you’re thin or athletic, personally I do elevated pike presses. It’s like pushups on chairs, except your body is folded into a V almost, your hands are so close. Then lower yourself as low as possible, when you push back up, you’ll feel a heavy strain on your shoulders, your body should be making a near 90 degree angle with the floor, so your arms and shoulders are doing all the work. That’s killer. I also do headstands against the wall with my head supporting most of my weight, I feel the strength in my neck and trapz area. These are also great for abs.
First ever field report:
I go to a clinic that specializes in hand issues. I actually set my own hand on fire to prove how tough I was… to myself. It got infected and several days later I’m in the urgent care sector of the hospital, then shipped to this clinic.
Note to reader: Don’t set your hand on fire. This was definitely in my top 3 stupidest moments ever, number one is the time I threw a full-power uppercut at a foot-wide block of ice, thinking I could dent it. That blunder took a month to heal, this one only about 2 weeks.
On the way in, some beautiful young businesswoman looked at me up and down, then when I looked back, she immediately looked down. I smiled and said “Hi”, she gave me a brief acknowledgement as we passed, she was talking on a cell phone. Did I really just do that?
In the clinic, my nurse was a young-looking woman, very pretty, the kind who looks like a 9 when made-up at the club, but you can appreciate the natural beauty in casual settings. Surely she gets hit on by clumsy, meathead scumbags like me all the time, but wtf, I felt courageous. I made some pleasant small talk, some jokes. She had a slight smile on her face, like she was hiding a wider smile, playing the game so to speak. I got the feeling she liked me, and was touching my hand and arm more than necessary. I made some lame jokes and she laughed. In years prior, I’d make great jokes and they’d scowl! Big improvement. Eventually I said, you look too young to be my nurse. She said she hears that all the time. I said “am I allowed to ask?”, she told me she was 29 and has been a nurse 6 years. I told she doesn’t look it, in a slightly complimentary way. I was trying to write a joke in my head, with the punch line “you’re so practical and not even grossed out by my burn, if you could cook or clean you’d be the best girlfriend!” I couldn’t get the word right though, and it never came out. She asked me if I had made my next appointment, I said yes and told her the day, then TOO QUICKLY asked “you in that day”? She replied sharply and bluntly: no.
It was awkward silence, and ultimately End Game. I played my hand too early, and now I was exposed as being too interested. I should have waited longer and prepared a light joke if she said no. Admitting defeat, I withdrew eye contact and small talk, just sat professionally and distant. Once it was over, I said “thanks for the help doc”, we parted without looking at or even facing each other.
What’s my point? I think sometimes you just have to realize your fault, and play damage control. Sure there was a small chance I could recover, but it was extremely unlikely. Most likely, she’s now on guard and expecting you to make a move like the rest of the jak-offs she treats, you’re no longer interesting or charming, no longer exciting. The best you can do from there is salvage your dignity and appreciate the experience. Especially if you may end up seeing that person again, as I might. Down the road you may get another shot, no sense in ruining through impatience.
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