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.
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.
What the? I do WAY more than bench press. I work out pretty much every part of my body.Throttle said:Okay, HT, hit the vault, do some reading, and prepare to "pay your dues" as the man said.
I did what you did for years and never got anywhere. As long as you focus on your max bench, you're going to stall.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
I bet Bruce Lee could still kick your ass thoughmrRuckus said:145 is a tiny guy.
I was 140 once upon a time.
It's puny.
When I eat sushi I only get nigiri or sashimi, I actually prefer it over rolls (I hate rolls). For now I'm going to stick to only sashimi. Eating sashimi often is very expensive though.pokerstud said:i would suggest some hiit sprinting to go along with the exercise regime
i had used a similar diet to cut my way to 10% bf.
when you get sushi, try sashimi if you can stomach the taste. it is much healthier.. if you get sushi, get nigiri. do not get the rolls, that's like eating mcdonalds.
take carbs after workouts. limit sugar and go for high fiber carbs like wheat bread.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
It's not the same, but the macronutrients aren't all that much different. You'd be better off eating a cheeseburger from McDs than a bunch of sushi rolls - all those carbs surely won't get you down to 10% bodyfat.Captain Harlock said:How are sushi rolls the same as mcdonalds?
5ft8 and 145 at 14% bf is ****ing puny.HardTimes said:Actually I have been working out for a long time, just never got super ripped like I want to get now. I'm 5'8 and at 145 I have a decent amount of muscle mass. I can max 190. Not incredible but pretty good for my body weight. Why do you think the 14% is "way off"?
yeah, because stuffing yourself with trans fats and other chemical junk is obviously much better than some rice (which is about the only source of carbs in sushi rolls).WC2 said:It's not the same, but the macronutrients aren't all that much different. You'd be better off eating a cheeseburger from McDs than a bunch of sushi rolls - all those carbs surely won't get you down to 10% bodyfat.
He's not talking about whether its healthy or not. It's not at all! Just about the major nutrients.Captain Harlock said:yeah, because stuffing yourself with trans fats and other chemical junk is obviously much better than some rice (which is about the only source of carbs in sushi rolls).
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.
Notice the similar calories for both, and the fact that the McDs burger has protein where the sushi does not.Captain Harlock said:Cheeseburger: http://www.nutritiondata.com/facts/fast-foods-generic/8049/2
random sushi roll: http://www.peertrainer.com/DFcaloriecounterB.aspx?id=7634
yeah, very similar indeed.
that sounds delicious.Captain Harlock said:the salmon sushi which has more protein than the cheeseburger.
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.