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.
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 made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
love that momoent when you notice your gainzzzzswitch said:today i looked at my delts and damn! i can see the three heads completely separated and defined. i was like holy sh!t why didnt i notice it before...
must be the antidepressants or because i dont have a mirror at home....
anyway my posterior delt is lagging so gotta fix that.
hmm what about a press? i simply hate dumbells so i was thinking of a behind the neck press or a similar variation to hit the rear delt...Purefilth said:love that momoent when you notice your gainzzzz![]()
my medial delt is lagging, but I cant do lateral raises for it - bone catches on the inside. I just do the things I CAN do, that engage it a little.
Rear delts - I hit a standing row with wide grip, you'll feel them tear up. then do rear delt fly to finish them - get a good ole pump.
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.
I added behind the neck push press to my routine a few months ago and I love them, do it mateswitch said:hmm what about a press? i simply hate dumbells so i was thinking of a behind the neck press or a similar variation to hit the rear delt...
update : i sprained my ankle while shopping...its not that bad ,but ill lay off till tomorrow.. :box:
yup gonna start doing them again.DanZy said:I added behind the neck push press to my routine a few months ago and I love them, do it mate
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.
parallel squats. just below parallel. i make sure to hit the safety bar thingies.Purefilth said:20 reps on 140kg?!?! fvck man - thats gotta hurt! - ATG I hope?
depression.depression and more depression. ive been down pretty badly lately since i HATE THIS FVCKJING SH!THOLE.Fuglydude said:Switch, if you`re squatting 140 kg for 20, your DL and 1 RM squat should easily be above 250 kg and 220 kg respectively... Thats`between 550-600 lbs for DLs and 480 lbs plus for squats for us imperial folk. Why set your goals so low? I`m willing to bet you can easily do a 200 kg pull cold without a warm up with those kind of numbers.
My personal best with a 20-rep breathing squat was 105 kg x 20 at a bodyweight of 77 kg , and I had a 200-210 kg DL at the time.
3 plates for 20 is an amazing feat though... I don`t think I`ve ever seen anyone do it and I`ve been around world-class athletes!!!!
Also seems funny that your gym squat record is 110 x 1... I`ve cleaned that before at a bodyweight of 82 kg. Haha maybe you should find a new gym, doesn`t seem like you belong there!
Awesome work man. I'll be proud when I can get 140kg for 1, let alone 20. And you already did 5 sets before AND after.switch said:thanks man.
thursday
squats
140X5X5
140 kgs X20 (first time doing a 20 rep set) yes thats a weight AND rep PR. <<<<< the gym record was 110kgs for 1 rep.
140X5X5
You can't help these people, best bet is to ignore them. Once the "interaction" is over, put it out of your mind. Don't let it stew inside you, you'll feel worse.switch said:just finished my 20 rep set and a gymfag told me "are you finished"
so i said "ok, you lift this weight,no... just unrack this for 1 second and you can have the rack"
- " no man , squats will give you a thick waist bro,its bad for your knees...i just wanna curl"
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.