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)
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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!
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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.