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.
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.
Where is the red meat and eggs? Chicken is clean food and quite frankly not high in calories nor as anabolic as red meat is...so that means its not a good bulking food. I wouldn't take it out, just not as my main courses throughout the day. The protein precentage is there, but I'd be drinking like a half gallon of milk = 8 cups a day and plenty of red meat, eggs, and then some chicken. Also where are the veges and fruit? Your just sucking on chicken, milk, and bread all day. That's not good for you. Not to mention a multivitamin could be implemented.Rampage1 said:Todays Diet:
9 oz chicken in Tortilla Wrap: 72g protein
3 scoops of whey plus whole milk: 70g protein
7 oz chicken plus white bread: 56g protein
3 scoops of whey plus milk: 70g protein
8 oz chicken with chilli sauce plus large glass of milk: 70g protein
1 scoop of whey in water with glutamine: 25g protein
Also, I had one bag of peanuts as well which added a further 10g or so of protein and some more calories.
I am not sure how many calories this was but it weighed up to about 370g protein, which is certainly a sufficient amount.. I also cooked the chickens in olive oil and had a pint of lemonade and blackcurrent also. Does anyone know how many calories this is? Is is enough to build muscle? I also had chilli sauce over the chicken on 2 meals, which contains a large amount of carbs![]()
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.
yeah you are right quik, it turned out my legs were sore for about 3 days afterwards, so maybe I should have just left it.Quiksilver said:Hey just for next time, if you hurt yourself in the gym, don't stay to finish the workout. Call it a day and leave. During a workout your body has a way of masking pain, so a serious injury could feel like a little twinge of stiffness. The next morning is usually when the real pain sets in.
How did you manage deadlifts with a stuffed hammie?
Also, you don't have time for drinking or university anymore... This is your life now.![]()
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.
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.
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.