ebracer05
Senior Don Juan
Thanks a lot Stig... I'd rep you again but it won't let me! (and the program originally called for hack squats, but since I don't have a hack squat machine, I made them back squats)
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.
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.
Haha no problem man. Back squats are far superior to hack squats anyway so I don't think you're losing anything by not doing them.ebracer05 said:Thanks a lot Stig... I'd rep you again but it won't let me! (and the program originally called for hack squats, but since I don't have a hack squat machine, I made them back squats)
Pretty interesting...I never knew that, it'd be cool to see a pic of Arnold at 250.Krueg said:An example I could use would be Arnold. When Arnold first came to America he weighed 250 or more pounds and had a bulky look. It was Weider that made him cut down to look and fit the American bodybuilding image...
Not to mention Zydrunas Savickas (sp?), strength wise I mean, he looks a bit fat but he's a total monster!I say don't be afraid to get bigger. Brian Shaw is 400lb + Strongman and doesn't look like a fat bastard, though he looks like a guy who could snap you in half if you messed with him!
I second this, I'm truly sorry for your loss. I know how it feels..I lost my dad when I was younger. Only advice I can give here is that time is the best healer, and if possible, take out your frustration in the gym.Sorry for the loss in your family. I would take things by how you feel for the time being. Hope things turn out for the best!
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.
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.
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.
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.