Pulled muscle on side

"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.

Young OG

Master Don Juan

Jun 5, 2016

At least 3 weeks ago, I must have pulled a muscle on my right side. It runs from my waist up to almost my arm pit. I guess you could say its on the side of the rib cage. I think I hurt it either shoulder pressing or benching to much. It hurts when I'm sitting down, but otherwise I can't feel it. The pain was a lot worse the first week. But, not its been around 3 weeks and I still have pain when I'm sitting down. I haven't been working out at all while its been hurt either.

Should I see a doctor? How much longer is this pain going to stay around? Is there anything I can do to treat it at home? I would really like to get back into the gym. I don't want to throw away all the gains I've made in the last year.

"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"

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.