I-tallionStallion
Master Don Juan
You bet...i look better everyday. That morning cardio kicks a$$
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.
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.
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
Assuming I didn't progressMad Manic said:If you got 82.5 kg x 4 then 85 kg x 2 sounds about right to me.
MM
I disagree mate 2.5 kg is a bigger jump than you think here. This was why I was telling you that your 1RM estimations based on what you do for 4-5 reps a while ago was a bit too optimistic tbh. You get big dimishing returns once the weight starts getting heavy. IMO at worst you were the same strength wise as last week, at best a tad stronger, but ultimately you would never know exactly unless you did the same weight as last week and compared the reps. But the BP set of 6 suggests that maybe your endurance was a little off today.Quagmire911 said:Assuming I didn't progress![]()
Which I should have :cuss:
Quagmire911 said:Monday
Hmmm. Had a bit of a piss day today. I got called in to the ****ty warehouse and did a 6 hour shift and then after that I had to do the equivalent of 25 minutes walking on incline to get to the gym. Today was the first day that I have had to bench whilst doing the labour job and I don't think the two went hand in hand. I have done it twice on lower day and it seemed fine but I think it drains the upper body a bit. My tri's/shoulders were feeling a bit funny. Anyway, here it is:
CG bench 85kgx2-I warmed up to 75kgx1 and it felt heavier than it should have. I struggled with the second rep with 85 near the top as well. I felt kinda drained going into the gym, I don't think I had eaten enough either. Failed on rep 3. So yeh I wasn't pleased at all with this. Considering I got 82.5kgx4 last week I should have at least manged a triple.
Bench 75kgx6-Failed on rep 7. Utter piss. I have done this for 8 before. Won't think too much off it though because of the circumstances I explained above. Didn't bother with speed work.
Chinups-BW+20kgx3x3x2(PR)-Reasonably pleased with this. Perhaps a bit ambitious, maybe should have used 15kg.
Laterals-10kgplatesx7x6-Had to use plates because there were no DB's, probably made it a bit harder. Not sure if this is a PR.
DB skulls-12.5kgx4, 10kg platesx6x8-Just felt like **** by this point. Felt like going home.
Grip work-Did a few sets with the grippers to kill some time. What a **** attitude.
Well there it is. Hardly a stellar performance. I even drank less than usual at the weekend, go figure. I'll be so f***** pissed if my bench isn't up after doing this. Thinking of doing some max work next week and then rotating the lifts, stuff like CG to regular again. I may switch the template on bench again, feel like I may have got the usefulness out of the 1x3-5, 1x8-10. Well that is that. Hopefully will have a good day on Thursday, I have the day off so I should be fresh. I think I may be to aggressive in ramping the weights up though and cutting cycles short.
Anyway, until next time...
Quagmire
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.