"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
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.
Lifeforce Weightlifting Journal
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"I just moved here from Florida."
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 did a couple weeks ago, I was surprised at how shytty my deadlift form looked from the side... kinda a hybrid of straight leg/floor deadlift.
I've since been working on getting my ass lower, but this is more just a pointless question
silverwex
Master Don Juan
WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU DOING IGNORING ME YOU ****ING PR**K! ILL COME AND GET YOU AS SOON AS I FINISH THIS POST! F**KER!
lol, joking double, joking life!
so how many gs of protein you intaking daily man?
silverwex
Master Don Juan
how many gs of protein you taking anyway double? you still growing/adding the lbs to your workouts?
PS - its your 1000th post double - good stuff!
"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"
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.
Double, no man, I just switch it around a little, it feels good to get fresh workouts from time to time.
Silver, I intake about 8 scoops of whey a day and 1 litre milk... I can't afford meat at the moment so I go for this. that's like 200 g protein. Seems to work for me.
And you ****ing **** I am going to ***** you so ****ing **** that your *** sticks out of your ****** mother****ing ******* come over here and I'll **** smash in your *** so it bleeds all over you ****ing ******* =D
no kidding dude.
I was home and drinking a little ouzo from my bottle. Pretty bored, chilling. A girl called me up and wanted me to come to a club. I thougtht what the hell and left dressed in a pair of jeans, a wife beater and a pair of sneakers and an attitude from hell. Put on a jacket too and left.
I was walking down the street and noticed some dangerous elements walking about. Two gangs, I clenched my fist and my ribbling quadriceps and awaited an attack at any moment. But nothing happened to my relief. I let loose of my flexing walked calmly forward.
When I came to the club I removed my jacket and flexed my triceps and walked up the stair ALPHA way. Found the girls who called me and I went forward and introduced myself. We talked for a while, there were some guys they knew there too. One had an Iron Cross.
I walked to the dance floor with my head held high in true swedish tradition. We danced for a while and then I ordered two beers and glunked down pretty fast. Returned to the dance floor and let loose like a ****ing god.
One girl told me that the other liked me, (duh!) I wouldn't have noticed this myself. I continued to dance with them and then we went out to take a smoke. I said I didn't smoke because I trained. =) Well.. I was ****ing bored so I started to make out with the girl that liked me. Yeah, it was fun. Then we returned and danced some more.
Anyway.. I took another beer again and I didn't seem to find them, what a drag I thought and looked a little until I cought my eyes on a cool girl. I walked to her and introduced myself, flexing my stomach. It seems I had partied with her before so I took her to the dance floor for some grinding.. she was all into me... I saw that, and who can blame her? Her friend told me he would beat me down if I touched her. I was not afraid of him.. but he was joking.
After the dance and showed of my biceps I walked to another bar and I meet up with the other chicks. Now I had to think fast so I flexed my calf and introduced the girl I had made out with to the other girl and told her we had partied together when I graduated from school. They was about to walk to another side of the club. I told them I'll come in just a second, then I asked the bartender for a pen and gave it and a paper to her and told her to write down her number. She did, I read it to her with one digit wrong and she corrected me. So it was pretty good. Hugged her and walkt to the other chicks.
blablabla... alot of **** happened which was boring.. I was cool, blabla.. flexed my muscles... drank some beer... made out some more... went home to the girl... blabla.. no condom.. I was pissed.. got some sleep and walked home.
"She's Out of Your League"
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.
I'm gonna cruise for a week or so, take it off. My body's telling me to chill out...
...but dude!! Yesterday, on my last workout (back/bi) before taking a week off.... I went up to heavy deads, and got 405 for 2 (w/ straps
). It was some sick shyt man, I was stoked vanwilder
Senior Don Juan
are you greek drinking ouzo. rawr i hope so , im greek
Semag, that's awesome work hitting over 400 for two. I will check my form out next time I go for deadlifting. 309 for 5 next time
Thanks silverwex, might have something to do with too few carbs.
Last couple of workouts:
Db Bench press 7x26.4 kg
Incline Db Bench press 6x26.4 kg
Incline Db Bench press 6x26.4 kg
Deadlift 5x100 kg 209 lbs
Deadlift 5x125 kg 231 lbs
Deadlift 5x135 kg 298 lbs
Bench press 10x55 kg
Bench press 6x70 kg
Bench press 10x60 kg
Damn damn damn!
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Standing military presses 10x30
Standing military presses 8x40
Standing military presses 6x45
(very nice looking form)
Squats 6x120 kg
Some more sets of squats
10 pull-ups
10 chin-ups
My workouts is a mess at the moment, just starting school again and it's hard to jam it all in at the moment. Too damn tired to do any work today. Lack of sleep.
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Anyway.. today I freaked out on the weights. Lack of sleep and bad eating since I started school has made my weights drop, but now I focus more than ever. I'm back and this and the last workout actually turned out well.
Last workout
Bench 2x80 kg New Record (after some db presses)
squat 1x140 kg
squat 0x145 kg (was sooo close)
(alot more, but I don't remember)
Current workout
Db shoulder press 8x21.4 kg 47 lbs New record
Db shoulder press 4x23.9 kg 52.5 lbs New Record
Db shoulder press 4x23.9 kg 52.5 lbs
Military Press 7x50 kg 110 lbs New Record
Deadlift 5x140 kg 297 lbs New record (actually did four, put it down and rearranged grip and did one more)
Deadlift (platform) 4x125 kg New Record
Deadlift (platform) 3x125 kg
Deadlift (platform) 3-4x125 kg
Pull-ups 8 good, 3 bad
Pull-ups 3 good 1 bad
rows 7x60 kg (seems biceps was tired)
Db rows 8x26.4
Db rows 8x26.4
Warboss Alex
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Don't go for one-rep maxes. Leave that to the bench-boy competitions, just work up from your 140 with good form, hell next time put on 142.5, there's no shame in only a 2.5kg weight increase.. even 1.25kg if you're stuck. Doesn't seem much but it adds up.
As for the triceps, see reverse kickback comments on Silverwex's thread, to be honest I can't see how the hell triceps are involved in a deadlift unless you're doing something wrong like pulling it up rather than back with your shoulders at the end?
Your arms are just hooks, they're not directly involved at all.
"She's Out of Your League"
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.