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Science! doctoroxygen is just jealous because he's fat.Mjazz said:where in the hell did you get information that your muscle shape changes with steroids
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.
Science! doctoroxygen is just jealous because he's fat.Mjazz said:where in the hell did you get information that your muscle shape changes with steroids
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.
Steroids also give you square muscles.doctoroxygen said:The striation in his pecs and the roundness of his deltoids indicate that he is using steroids.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
well that size is possible, but i dont think it is in the time frame he did it in.john_1234 said:All natural my ass! Straight bull! I'd bet thousands of dollars he juiced up.
http://www.bnatural.com/gallery/anthony.htm
his bench AND his squat are weak.Drum&Bass said:i know guys that are 220 - 240 strong as fock that have trouble benching in the 300 range...your weight isn't going to make any specific lift be high..I'm 5'9 and a solid 200+ lbs but i don't really work out my upper body, so what does that mean...I bench 225 and I squat 400 - 500lbs..(i'll be pressing 315 soon enough though)
also it depends on how long you've been training your bones and muscles to become dense enough to move high weight.
So I take it that you do ass to grass squats and bench touching your chest?dirtyvibe said:well that size is possible, but i dont think it is in the time frame he did it in.
also, he's supposedly 170 lbs @ 5'9 5.7% bodyfat but can only bench 205 and squat 295??! That doesn't sound right. I'm 5'9 150 lb like 15-20% bf and bench 200, and squat 300. Sounds more like he should be benching 300 and squating 400-500.
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.
atgCall_Me_Daddy said:So I take it that you do ass to grass squats and bench touching your chest?
AKA, full range of movement?
Or are you one of those dudes that just load 300 on the bar and proceed to go down a couple of inches and call it a squat?
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Skilla_Staz said:Thats easily attainable by natural means...EASILY
Yeh. You can get that big natural but not in 12 weeks!![S]alvatore said:Natural yes, but the timeline is extremely unrealistic.
Nice.:rockon:dirtyvibe said:
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.