Dust 2 Dust
Master Don Juan
What is the best exercise? I'm looking for advice from the gym rats here. Physical therapy isn't doing much for me and feel like I need something more intensive.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
That's pretty cool. It reminds me of mma training. We had a giant old tire off a mining truck in a flat gravel lot. Drag it, push it, flip it, beat it with a sledge hammer....good times!If you have access to a Tank or Sled I would highly highly praise this piece of equipment, your basically able to access a multitude of compound movements with minimal risk of injury, it's a straight killer and you can leverage different movements to work just about any muscle you can think of with enough imagination. Also I might just have a nice ass from genetics but if not this equipment is the reason why, use it religiously.
I would avoid deadlifts and squats myself as even professional athletes with perfect form hurt themselves with these exercises but to each their own.
I have a sled that I didn't add the weight plate attachment too and use sandbags on it. Works pretty good. Usually use a belt that attaches to it and I walk backwards/forwards pulling, but I also do some pushes and pulls without the harness also...If you have access to a Tank or Sled I would highly highly praise this piece of equipment, your basically able to access a multitude of compound movements with minimal risk of injury, it's a straight killer and you can leverage different movements to work just about any muscle you can think of with enough imagination. Also I might just have a nice ass from genetics but if not this equipment is the reason why, use it religiously.
I would avoid deadlifts and squats myself as even professional athletes with perfect form hurt themselves with these exercises but to each their own.
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.