Quagmire911
Master Don Juan
It won't get easier as the weights get higher, put it that way 
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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
lol.. ok so thats more or less normal then. Well know I know what to expect (sort of).Quagmire911 said:It won't get easier as the weights get higher, put it that way![]()
From the sounds of things I'd have done the sameJohnnyIrish said:*update*
Due to: this event my working out and diet have been complete azz since Friday. I also have a bit of a stomach bug (I'm just not hungry) today so I can't eat much more then soup.. so no lifting today either.
Hopefully it'll be gone by today/tomorrow so I can quickly get back on track.![]()
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.
Thanks Quagmire. I know one shouldn't compromise ones beliefs/discipline.. but then again every once in awhile one needs to stop and smell the roses so to speak. I try to keep reminding myself that life is a journey and not just a destination. In any event, looking back I'd do it(her) again in a heart beat lol.Quagmire911 said:From the sounds of things I'd have done the same.
Rough quote by Stronglifts: "It's not what you do between Christmas and New Year that counts, its what you do between New Year and Christmas".
I was afraid as the last time I worked deads was like 3 weeks ago (they have gone the longest of my 3 lifting days with out being worked out).. but after today I see your right as I didn't loose as much lifting pondage as I was fearing.Quagmire911 said:The weight will probably be back in under a week, or at least most of it anyway.
Strength shouldn't take long either. Couple of weeks max and you should be PR'ing again
Quagmire
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.
The strategy that's worked well for me in the past is cranking out the first 5, taking a 3-deep-breath break, cranking out another 5, 3 breath break, then do two at a time in similar fashion until I finished.Lighter squats (repsxlbs):
15 70
/\ Tough one. I had to slow down for the last 4 so I could catch my breath.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Doh.. your right. Thanks Quicksilver.Quagmire911 said:I think you meant thank you Quiksilver![]()
My stomach burns. Acid indigestion that hit me hard the Friday before new years. I thought it a bug or some virus or some crap.. but I feel no symptoms of a bug anymore and my stomach doesn't feel normal, it still burn every so often, Ive had some minor acid reflux, and my appetite is NOT what it should be. I've been taking a pepsid ac before bed each night, it helps.Quagmire911 said:What problems are you experiencing with your stomach?
If you add olive oil (fat) to whey then yes, it will take longer to digest.
If you are having problem with curls/forearm work then I'd try out hammer curls. Something like 3x10-12. They helped me out at one point and work both the forearms and biceps. Like this:
http://www.exrx.net/WeightExercises/Brachioradialis/DBHammerCurl.html
Although I do this kneeling one arm at a time with my elbow supported on a bench.
As for adding in one HIIT session that should be alright although I'd do something like rowing 1 minute hard/1minutes easy and vice versa for 15-20 minutes. You can also try the elliptical or bike. Running can be hard on recovery time. Another option if you hate machines like me is to do the 100 burpee challenge
Quagmire
Ps:Today:
Deadlifts (reps/lbs):
10 bar
6 20
1 50
1 70
5 90
6 90
What is going on here? The bar weighs 44lbs...
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.